Fenrir Realm Novels & Stories

Fenrir's POV I opened my eyes to a dark room, without a single streak of light. " Zeev?" I called as I began to get fearful, the dreadful memories of the dark traumatised me and I began to shake violently. " No one is going to come to save you Fenrir, not your Alpha Zeev nor your maid, you're all alone here, " the voice in the dark spoke up again. I made no sound and waited to hear more words from him, trying to concentrate on his heartbeat to be a human or a wolf.

I stand on the realm bridge watching as the chaos ensues in the sea below. The sea of dreams is lighting up in orange smoke. There is barely a spot that's midnight blue anymore. Klara used to tell me about a time. A time when there was peace. A time when mortals could go to sleep and wake up the next day. With the Goddesses on the constant hunt for Rizor. The realms are left in constant chaos each passing day. The elders were selected by the moon goddess to watch over the night realm in her absence. The elders are more powerful than average jumpers. They are responsible for the training and the matching of jumpers.

Meanwhile, Nyx was getting worried, and Juno and Knox were equally concerned. Juno said gravely, "Fenrir was one of the most powerful beings ever born into this world. I think it's too risky, and you can't afford to suffer any mishaps right now. Plus, he was also tainted by the blood of the Vampire Queen. She's without a doubt the most terrifying existence in this world. I strongly urge you, even if Knox gets upset with me for saying this, don't try it." Nyx did not say anything, just shook her head firmly.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

"You should. She should enjoy every baby girl treatment while it lasts. Hendrickson and Fenrir are working together. That is really bad news for us. From my findings about Fenrir, he's the next in line alpha to his pack and he is very strong." "Hendrickson is a madman on his own and he owns one of the largest rogue packs ever. Those two coming together is like the end of the world. And Fenrir had a particularly nauseating scent on him." "Black magic," I said to them. "They're planning something big and we don't know it. I could settle this thing on my own but that old man would never agree to it. He wants Iris and will never stop till he gets her. That reminds me, how close is the ritual?" I

"I can restore order and strength to the Lycan realm and finally the throne will be mine, and you, my most trusted alliance, will be the highest amongst all guards." Fenrir grinned, a flash of jagged teeth in the flickering light of the torches that lined the chamber walls. He looked up at Ryker, his one good eye burning with a mixture of anticipation and bloodlust. But then, a flicker of doubt crossed his face, clouding his enthusiasm and his grin faltered. "But the Lycan realm isn't so easily seized, My Lord." He said, his voice a low rumble, heavy with caution. "The Lycan may be absent but surely he had left capable guards and powerful warriors to defend the palace. It won't be a walk in

Richmond Park was dark and gloomy, lit by the distant group of people in tents. Fenrir raised a hand and opened a five-foot-wide portal that led to the same marble hallway I had infiltrated with Ophois. My brows pulled together, and I was about to ask a question when he glanced in the direction of the distant humans and ushered us inside. Griff and I stepped in first, followed by Fenrir, and the portal behind us closed. “Can you make openings into any dimension of Hell?” I asked. Fenrir shook his head. “Only the Sixth, because it was my prison for two-thousand years.”

I close my eyes, lean in, trying to get it over with quickly. My nose brushed her skin, and everything went wrong. Her scent hit my nose, artificial, and wrong. Fenir doesn't move, “no.” He explodes. The words aren't mine. It tears through my throat as my body locks mid motion, my fingers curl as my claws come out, tearing through my leather gloves. Inside me Fenir rises, my instinct and force very furious, not ours he growls out. Fenrir doesn't even regard her as a human. He sees an intruder.. A threat trying to take what's not even hers.

It was none other than Fenrir, a legendary werewolf whose strength and brutality were known throughout the supernatural realm. Aphelion's eyes narrowed at the sight, his grip tightening around his dagger. "Fenrir, what do you want?" he growled. Fenrir's voice reverberated with an unsettling mix of authority and menace. "Aphelion, it seems I have underestimated your allegiance," he sneered. "But you have no idea what lies beneath the surface. Your past deeds have brought about this convergence, and now, my power shall be unleashed."

For now, he would simply give her all the care and love he and Lev could—until she learned to see them as her parents. She'll get used to it soon, he thought, a faint smile softening his face. ------ An aircraft descended silently onto a private planet Fenris, the capital planet of the Royal Fenrir Empire. It was a sanctuary reserved only for the Fenrir bloodline, now reduced to a single living heir whose beast had long lain dormant. As the hatch opened, Alaric was greeted by a handful of attendants bowing deeply—servants who had served the Fenrir line for millennia.