Fenrisulfr Novels & Stories

If only his gaze didn’t look so harsh, but he’d been through a lot that was easy to tell. Fenrir watched her work. She didn’t give off anything that would say she was going to do something. That she was deceitful, and it made him just as tense as if she did smell that way. He memorized her scent, peach like and soft. He’d be able to pick her out of a crowd easily. He had a couple choices before him, and it all had to do with the removal of the sword in his mouth. Either he had her remove it and she would be the owner of it, holding the weapon that could bind him with the chains once more. Or he could wait for Surt to find him and that would be the start of the end. The question was how fast

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

The resemblance is quite notable. She has the same eye as her brother. She is beautiful, tall and slim. She carries a cold expression like her brother but I know better than to judge from their look. "Guys, Alex called out. This is Vivian, my girlfriend." With that being said, they all snap their head in my direction, acknowledging my existence. "Hi, I smiled nervously." "You are?" Someone I assume to be Alex's mom questioned, disgustingly eyeing me. "Vivian Blake. I smiled, trying to be as polite as I can."

in a low manner “Aaa...38, impressive!!!” Ozrain nodded “What happened to them?” Selena's curiosity outwitted her fear. “They are all dead. Not before Zaden tortured them with silver knives and silver spine embedded whips, wolfsbane on drip dose, and much, much more” he paused sensing confusion in her face. “What is wolfsbane?” Selena asked Makeala. A deep crease stapled to her forehead.

“Can we please not talk about them?” Chiara smirked. “You’re living with them. You are one now, technically.” I stopped flipping through the rack. “No. I’m not.” Elena looked up from a display of scarves. “It’s not your fault, Aurora. But you have to be careful. People here... they talk.” “They always do,” I muttered. “This is different,” she said gently. “The Falconeris don’t just own money. They own people. Their name carries weight. You’ve seen it.”

I said, my voice trembling. “Anything?” he asked as he smirked at me, and I knew he was up to something really dark and dangerous. “Yes, anything” I said, dragging his hand to my boobs, my lips parted slightly. “Okay…how about you take liquid G” he said darkly and my eyes widened. LIQUID G!?

Later that evening, after I finished my match and was walking out of the arena, a man I didn’t recognize approached me. “Isabella,” he said. I stopped. “Do I know you?” “I’m Fenris.” Fenris pulled something from his pocket, a small pill bottle. He pressed it into my hand before I could react. “If you want freedom, take this.” He left immediately before I could respond. I stood there, clutching the bottle, my mind fuzzy and slow. An antidote? To what? I didn’t need an antidote. I was fine. Everything was fine.

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

Her bottom lip quivers and I see her eyes sparkle once more, filling with tears she isn’t allowing to fall. Fenrir turns away from her and I see him grab a nine-tail whip, which consists of nine individual rope ends with silver hooked blades at the end to break skin. The silver isn’t toxic to her, so it shouldn’t poison her. Then he places a big clear glass jar with black thick liquid inside. Obsidian. He dips the silver blades into it, coating them in the black liquid. She closes her eyes and I hear her let out a deep breath as he makes his way behind her. He raises his arm and with the first crack, her head flies up and her eyes glow gold. I see her clench her jaw, not letting a single noi

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.