Fenris-hawke Novels & Stories

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

The air in the room suddenly tastes sharp, heavy with the deeply intoxicating scent of woodsmoke, mint, and rich mahogany. ​"June." His voice is a low, terrifying rumble, thick with a chaotic mix of frantic relief and barely suppressed fury. ​I turn slowly. Fenris is standing in the doorway, his massive chest heaving as if he’s sprinted the entire distance from the ΦΟΜ house to the off-campus strip. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his eyes aren't their usual calm, stormy blue; the edges of his irises are bleeding into a brilliant, predatory, molten gold.

He doesn't feel pain at the moment, and he ignores the blood gushing from his wound. Fenrir swings the hatchet into the man's head, digging it deep into his skull. It kills him instantly, his body dropping to the ground like a ragdoll. The two men close in of Fenrir, swinging their weapons like inexperienced peasants. Fenrir easily dodges their attacks by ducking and takes this opening to disembowl them with his claws. They both fall to the ground, screaming as their intestines push out of their stomachs. One of them tries to push them back into his body with no avail.

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

He carried two curved blades that hummed with a strange, damp energy. "This is Thorne," Fenris said. "He is an Eclipse-Stalker. His blades are forged from the same silver that Jackson used to poison the exiles. They are designed to drink the light of the sun". The circle was drawn in the center of the square—a ring of salt and cold iron. I stepped into it, the ground beneath my feet feeling like the cobblestones of my rejection once again. But I was not that girl anymore.

It falls in line with what I’ve been suspecting. “First, before my mate becomes apoplectic, Guardians, all Guardians, have a resistance to silver and an immunity to wolfsbane. Now, I may have a bit of an upset stomach later, but if you shot me with a silver bullet, I’m not going down and the minor amount of silver in this drink, isn’t going to take me down either. Second, I’ve thought, almost since I arrived at this pack, that someone has been poisoning my mate. Samson is a very strong, very powerful wolf. Yes, he was going feral, but my father was his age when he started going feral and he wasn’t nearly as far gone as Samson was when he found me, which made me wonder. What could possibly pu

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

“Yes, they’ve declared war on me and mine, and I will rip each one of them in two for what they’ve done!” Fenriz’s voice breaks through the pain as I notice that he’s on his cell phone. The person on the other end sounds like Alpha Kai, but it might be Alpha Ryker too. I could still smell Frigga’s blood on Fenriz as he rushed to the doctor with me in his arms; I could still feel the thick sadness woven in his scent along with the anxiety of the pending birth of our child.

"You've got to be kidding! If Blade Ferguson is Christian, then I'm the pope." "So, you see he is untruthful and he's not gonna back down after I give him the elixir. I'm sure of it." Harrison reasoned it for a while and then shrugged his shoulder. "But we still don't have a better option. If you decide to send him away and he retaliates, we know we are doomed. Once he brings his devilish animalistic pack members to Haven, the whole town will be destroyed. Both humans and werewolves."

He held his head to regain his gait, then moved towards me and Derrick menacingly. “ It's useless Gwen, he won't survive.” “Even if he doesn't die by my hand the foxes will take his life when they arrive.” He said viciously. I looked at Mad dog in surprise. I couldn't understand what was playing out before me. “How could you do such a thing, what did Derrick ever do to you?.” I demanded angrily. My emotions were rising. All I could feel was the urge to kill. I was thirsty for blood, I was scared of my own strength. Being a wolf was new to me, my sense were heightened, and I could pick up sounds. I couldn't see clearly what was going on on the other side. The avalanche I had caused barricade