Fenris-hawke Novels & Stories

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

she whispered. A low growl answered her question, coming from ahead. The growl grew louder, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. Olivia’s breath hitched as a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. “It seems they’ve planned for more than just men,” Victor whispered, with a smirk on his lips. The creature stepped into the light; a massive wolfhound with black fur and bared fangs, its eyes fixed on them. Olivia’s fingers tightened around her gun as fear passed through her.

Yet my brain wouldn't stop racking up so many questions. "Who are you?" My curiosity peaked so much that my lips moved on their own. "How do you know me?" The Skeleton became quiet for a while except staring at me as if it were trying to read my mind. "I am Fenris." I gasped and my eyes exclaimed once again. Fenris? The legendary wolf that once ruled the forbidden lands alongside his human host, Adonis. One of the most powerful wolves that dared to exist in our world. My lips twitched repeatedly but nothing reasonably toured out of my mouth. My entirety had sunk deeply in the abyss of fear that I failed to realize my left from right.

He had cerulean blue eyes that looked bright and warm and dreamy and kind, never arrogant or cocky like Hunter Ysrael. I heard the girls scream once again. They were screaming so loud that it hurt my sensitive hearing. Unlike other werewolves, my hearing was more extreme. So extreme that I could even hear everyone's private conversations all at the same time. I consider it a special ability of mine to be able to use my strong hearing when and however I wanted it. I can choose to block out people's voices, noises, and sounds I didn't want to hear, especially if they were noises that only talked about that playboy Hunter. I got tired of hearing about him all day from everyone's mouths that onc

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

he called out, successfully catching her by the arm and compelling her to halt. Stunned by the unexpected pull, Fenrisa emitted a surprised squeak, her gaze a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief. "What's your problem, Lukas? I'm warning you; I'm not in the mood. Just let me be," Fenrisa snapped, frustration evident as she absently ruffled her hair, a telltale sign of her exasperation.

My survival instincts screamed at me to run, to hide, to get behind Orion’s massive frame. I turned my head. A single player was skating slow across the red center line, completely ignoring the league rules about staying on his own side of the ice. It was Fenrir Vane. The captain of the Ironclaw Titans. He was a notorious, ruthless Alpha who stood 6'2" and was built like an absolute tank. His face was covered in sharp scars from old ice brawls, and his long dark hair hung messy beneath his helmet. Fenrir was not just known for his violent body checks. He was famous for his mind games. He had a super-sharp sense of smell, a biological trait that let him read an opponent's fear, anger, or weak

She somehow hoped that the scouts who had gone out to search for Reyana would return before it was time for the ritual so she could still prove to the Alpha that Reyana should be the one he should mark. Fenris, their most skilled tracker, who is blessed with rare senses, couldn't track Reyana by her scent. Fenris, 24 years old, is one of the most important assets the Blood Crescent pack has. He is highly blessed by the Moon Goddess. He tracks scents, no matter how faint it could be. He is a weapon for the pack. He has helped the pack locate lost wolves, escape pursuers, and even find rare resources. He says her scent left no trail, just like the mysterious attackers.

The key slipped from Fenris’s fingers, spinning through the air. Fenris scrambled for it, but a massive, black-furred paw slammed down on top of the golden object. It was Marcus. The Beta. "Marcus?" Fenris gasped, looking up at his most loyal soldier. "Pick it up! Give it to me! That’s an order!" Marcus looked at the key. Then he looked at the ruins of his home. He looked at the bodies of the wolves who had died because Fenris was too arrogant to see the truth.