Fenris-hawke Novels & Stories

This was not a good sign especially since he had never seen Fenris to drink a single drop. Fenris pulled out a seat and offered Andre one. Andre knew that Fenris was not one to sugarcoat anything. He came straight to the point. He mentally prepared himself for the worst. Yet, nothing prepared him for the words that came out of Fenris mouth. Fenris stared down into his glass. "Paul has been experimenting and using human weapons." He said, his voice devoid of all emotion. Andre's mouth dropped open. He was too stunned to say a word.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

The figure was moving fast, quiet, holding a short-barreled automatic weapon, sweeping the tree line as he advanced toward the cabin's power generator. He wore the dark gray tactical gear of Project Crimson's old auxiliary unit. A cold, familiar darkness flooded my veins—not the fiery, possessive heat I felt when I touched Anna, but the ancient, ruthless instinct of the weapon Clifford Mandell had bought fourteen years ago. I didn't call out. I didn't issue a warning. I moved through the deep snow like a phantom, my boots making no sound against the frozen drift. I closed the distance in four silent, blinding strides, coming up behind the scout just as he raised his gloved hand to plant a ma

"I come seeking refuge with your pack." I narrowed my eyes, skeptical of his words. "Why should we trust you?" Fenris took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because I come bearing information," he said. "Information that could save your pack from a great danger." I hesitated, unsure of whether to trust him or not. But I knew that as the alpha, it was my duty to protect my pack at all costs. "Speak," I said, my voice cold and controlled. Fenris took a deep breath, his eyes serious. "There is a group of hunters, more dangerous and well-armed than the ones you just faced. They are heading towards this forest, and they have their sights set on your pack."

The guard’s frantic shout echoed off the high stone archways of the private bedchamber, shattering the heavy, suffocating silence that had settled after Malakai’s bite. Malakai stood up slowly, his tall, muscular frame rigid with absolute rage. A single drop of my golden Solis blood still glistened on his lower lip, glowing faintly before it dissolved into his skin. His storm-gray eyes bled into an ink-black void as his inner wolf, Fenris, pushed to the surface, hungry for blood. "Who intercepted it?" Kieran demanded, stepping past the edge of the bed. His icy blue eyes were cold as glaciers, all trace of gentle affection instantly vanishing behind his calculating spymaster mask.

The bond, that cursed, undeniable thread, was no longer a distraction. It was a tactical map. I could feel the shift of his weight, the intention behind his movements a split-second before he made them. He was an anchor in the chaos, a fixed point of terrifying, focused power. A high-pitched yelp cut through the din. One of Kaiden’s warriors, Fenris, was down, a feral wolf savaging his leg. In that moment of distraction, a massive, scarred beast broke through the line, its sights set on Kaiden’s exposed back.

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

"I wonder if he was from The Skyefrost Pack, too." Gray shrugged. "What was his name?" "Rolph Allen," Xander replied. "No. To my knowledge, he has no association with The Skyefrost Pack. He's the Alpha of The Winterborn Pack in Alaska, but The Skyefrost Pack is in a territory not far away from them." Gray scoffed, shaking his head. "Do yourself a favor and stay as far away from him as you can."