Fenris X Hawke Novels & Stories

But I could feel my heart breaking piece by piece… and maybe it was even innumerable pieces. I felt myself go cold suddenly, with my chest feeling so tight like someone held it so, to torture me like this. I could feel the corners of my eyes go hot. I just took a deep breath instead. I had to control this feeling. I must not break down in front of anyone. I am Xerra. I am an elite warrior!

His eyebrows shot up and his hand got a little tighter around mine before letting go hastily and shaking Fenris's hand as well. "Fenris Dark, Rising Alpha of Dark Forest." Fenris barely touched Alaric's hand when he shook, pulling back as soon as possible. "Amethyst Mist huh? I'm surprised your pack sent someone, aren't you kind of known for managing all your affairs on your own? No allies, no treaties?"

he said. "But I already know your na..." "My name is Fenris Covel," he cut her off. "The lady among us is Zayna Amar. She is our medic." "Good for her," Catori mumbled. Fenris heard her but chose to ignore the comment. "The guy with the white hair and tattoo on his neck is Alaric Berwoulf and the other guy whose hair is the same color as your eyes is Valentino Calvary. He is our tracker." It was after his statement that he realized he talked about her eyes. Turning away sheepishly, the man blushed. Catori just stared at him and rolled her eyes.

The time for words had been slaughtered by the sound of the enemy’s war horns. At the base of the cliffs, the Silver Fang advance guard came to a halt. In the center of the silver-clad ranks sat a man on a massive, prehistoric-looking white wolf. He was a mountain of muscle and scars. A jagged mark ran from his temple to his jaw, pulling his lip into a mocking sneer. This was Alpha Fenris, the butcher of the North.

The first man, sensing her indifference, left without another word. Moments later, the younger man approached, sitting close beside her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he asked, "Are you interested?" Elara stayed silent, leaning in so close their faces nearly touched, then twirled the glass in her hand with a sly smile before pulling back. The man’s eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve. He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he whispered, "I’m Xander Hawke . And you, sexy?" Elara met his gaze and, in a sultry voice, said, "I’m Elara."

He gasped and ran his clawed fingers down Ash's mate mark. "Yours disappeared once you turned rogue and Luna tells me Fenrir has left you and you only have a regular wolf and no dire," I told him confidently and he got more and more upset. "Where is Hawke, Mystrel," I growled demandingly. Mystrel looked at me with tear filled eyes searching for sympathy. I furrowed my brow and glared at him. "You ate humans, there is photographic proof," I growled and he eyed me oddly. "Have you seen these supposed pictures, I don't think you have. I may be guilty of letting the rogues slaughter the humans but I never ate their flesh or drank their blood," he told me and I sensed the deception. I shook my he

Quinn stood up to welcome him. “Oh, Rowan. Welcome. Didn’t realize you are back.” Rowan kissed her in reply. “Fenris, why does it look like you have something up your sleeve? I thought I could trust you.” “I don’t understand.” “You seem desperate.” “Shouldn’t I?” Fenris was seething his anger. “No use getting angry. Get out of here as fast as you can.” Ash, his inner werewolf warned. “Are you that afraid of a fight?”

"Fenris is arrogant, but he is not stupid. He will feel the power draining from the borders soon." "Let him come," I said, watching the silver moon vanish behind thick, unnatural clouds. "He wanted a mate with no power. Now he has exactly what he asked for." We reached the Blackwood Ravine, a place forbidden to the Pack. This was where the "Broken" were sent—Betas whose wolves were too violent, too strange, or too silent for the Alpha’s liking. Two figures emerged from the mist. The first was Kaelen. He was lean, with eyes the color of toxic moss. Once the Pack’s most brilliant healer, he had been exiled after refusing to let Fenris slaughter a rival pack's pups. In his hands, he held a staf

I collapsed to my knees, my armor smoking, my lungs burning as I fought to draw in the hyper-oxygenated air of the Core. ​I looked up, and there he was. ​Fenris hadn't been deleted by the white-out. He had "Downloaded" himself into the Reactor's primary terminal. He stood at the center of the walkway, his body no longer grey or black, but a terrifying, translucent sapphire. He was the System Administrator now.

He continued the story then. " Once I was down, he walked right up to the Luna and shifted. I heard their conversation. He said his name was Fenris. I had trouble concentrating on what he was talking about because of the pain in my side from his claws. She asked what he wanted, and he said he wanted to make Alpha Conan suffer like Alpha Conan made him, and what better way to do that then to kill Alpha's mate?" says Connor. His voice was shaky as he spoke. I mentally wince at that. He's now having trouble talking about it. I move to where I'm sitting on his lap and I kiss his cheek again.