Fenris X Hawke Novels & Stories

He growled and snarled at her, unhappy with being stopped. Izzie's jaw dropped open as she locked gazes with her attacker. The face before her was once she knew so well, but at the same time, she’d never seen before. That familiar mousy brown hair hung down over what she would have expected to be rich brown eyes. Instead, there were two glowing red orbs in its place. That handsome face that she would know anywhere was twisted into a horrifying snarl with two sharp deadly fangs protruding from his mouth that he was desperate to sink into her. Jake.

A low, vibrating growl erupted from the shadows behind the rocking chair. Zack froze. Two red pits of fire opened in the dark. Fenris stepped out. He was a massive, scarred Feral who had refused the cure. He hadn't shifted back to human in three days. His fur was matted with dried gore, his ribs showing through his flanks. He didn't move to attack. He just sat next to Lyra. He placed a heavy, clawed paw over her small foot. "Tell your dog to back off," Zack rasped, his hand hovering over the silver blade at his belt.

Jimin stared at him, wondering what he was talking about and he frowned and continued. “I mean, look at Xhang,” Carrick continued, ignoring Jimin’s ignorance. “He was once a Sentinel, he became a warrior too, fought alongside the legendary Dan Damon, is now close to eighty five, he would soon be made an elder, but just take a good look at his skin. He looks so fresh. Does he look like he is going to die anytime soon?” “Doesn’t seem so,” Jimin shrugged. “But we can never tell.”

And standing twenty feet away, near the grand arched window at the end of the corridor, was Klaus. He was stripped of his suit jacket. He wore a fitted black tactical shirt that clung to the broad, dense muscularity of his shoulders and chest, the dark fabric hugging the heavy contours of his arms. His leather shoulder holster sat snug over his torso, the black grip of his sidearm resting against his ribs. He was staring out the rain slicked glass, motionless, a phantom guarding the fortress. My bare toes sank into the plush carpet as I stepped out into the hallway. "You're not in the chair."

she says, before moving on. “Hi, I’m Savannah. Did I hear you say you’re name is Siren?” another woman says, walking up to me. “Yes.” I stand while she washes the gash in my hip and then the one in my side. “What’s your wolf’s name?” “Nadia.” “Nadia, why don’t you focus on the side wound and let me stitch the hip wound.” “Okay, Dr. Savannah.” She’s just finished stitching me up when the next team comes rushing in. Sanatrix is focusing on Hacker, whose wolf is struggling to heal his shoulder completely. However, she stops, going to Hijack who is unconscious.

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.

Xander stood in the bay, surrounded by a specialized unit of Shadow-Sentinels—lycans and vampires who had sworn a blood-oath to the LNI Mandate. "Target is a decommissioned logging camp," Cassius’s voice crackled over the comms. "Thermal signatures show twenty-four hostiles. They’ve bypassed the LNI 'Dampener-Wards' using a raw blood-ritual. Xander, the leader is a Warg named Fenris-Vane. He was a high-ranking enforcer for the Veil before the Conduit blew. He doesn't want peace. He wants a throne built on bones." "He can have the dirt," Xander growled as the bay doors hissed open.

As much as he wants to find a flaw behind the Huntress, he's beginning to understand that partnering with the Huntress may be exactly what we need to bring Silvio down. "In order for me to agree to this, we need to get something in return." Hawk declares, making me raise my eyebrows at him. He's our second in command, which means his opinion is second to ours. So for him to declare this is absurd. Kieran seems to think the same as we share a look. However, we remain quiet, wondering what he's after. "What do you want?" The new message reads. "We'll hire you as our assassin, which means you work for us and only us. This means that you will carry out any other tasks asked of you by us only. Yo

My scream died in my throat, and I froze. Hawke's eyes darted to the dagger, and all the colour drained from his face. His mouth opened, then closed. For the first time since I met him, I saw real fear in his eyes. "H–Hawke?" I whimpered, my hand hovering uselessly over Roman's back. "Is... is that dangerous? Is that... what is that?" He didn't answer. He was so silent it was as though he wasn't even letting himself breathe. Instead, he swore under his breath and tore his gaze away from the weapon as if even looking at it was dangerous.

I couldn’t have even realized the night had passed. “Get out,” I said, my voice shaking even though my effort sounded strong. “Fenris was just here. He’ll come to save me if I call for him!” The man laughed, low and amused. “Fenris? My dear rival already told you his plan and moves, I see.” He pushed off the door and took a step closer. “I’m Alpha Justin Weatherwoods. Fenris’s rival. We are from the same bloodline and the same pack… for now. So nice to meet you.”