Fenrisulfr Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Due to how long vampires lived, I've been living using different identities in different countries to avoid human's suspicion. “Oh brother, you should at least welcome me with more enthusiasm,” Sebastian said sarcastically. Then and there, I felt like plummeting him to death with my claws. “Cut the crap! Why are you here?” I asked, getting more pissed. My idiot of a stepbrother noticed this but took it as a cue to anger me further and in the blink of an eye, the office was scattered and the only things that were head was the breaking and shattering of things and our heavy breathing.

Scorched. Charred. Xaver parted her lips as his tongue snaked in, seeking hers. Needing hers. Taking his time, he stroked the insides of her mouth. His teeth grazing her lower lip during intervals. He was making her yield. Sweet persuasion. Sre was on fire. There was some sort of combustion reaction going on in her nether region and she had no idea how she was going to end it but she sure knew the reactant and the end product: Xaver + Oxygen = Cum + satisfaction + soaked/destroyed panties

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

" I ask, having become accustomed to Dennis' eccentricities. "Two cups of Japonica rice; two steamed Cream Dory fish fillets with twenty fermented and salted black beans; five chicken wings in soy and herbs, garlic and parmesan, chili and sour cream, honey and mustard; 500 ml carbonated drink with 20 ice cubes in 700 cc capacity disposable cup maintaining an initial temperature of 0°C, and steamed spinach with ten minced garlic, ten onion rings, a pinch of black pepper in 50 cc soy sauce."

He had carried my injured body out of the forest, crying as he ran. "Don't be scared, Freya. I'll protect you." "Open your mouth." A familiar voice pulled me back to reality. I opened my eyes and saw Fenris sitting by the bed. There was a deep gash on his wrist, and his blood was dripping into a silver cup. "Drink," he said, bringing the cup to my lips. His hand was trembling. The rich, metallic scent of his blood filled the air. An Alpha's blood held powerful healing properties, but I turned my head away in disgust.

Instead, a dark chuckle slipped past his lips, taunting me. “Liar!” He roared, slamming me into the wall once again. I was blinded by the pain, the walls cracking against his pure strength. Blood trickled from my temple and my chin, my vision hazy, but I could clearly see the gleam of his amber eyes. “The crest of Fenrir is forged from the first flame. It can’t be destroyed by ordinary fire, not even a dragon’s breath can dent it.” He continued, raising me high above the ground.

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.

he spits out through clenched teeth. “That’s the thing she didn’t give a shit, she told him to get his Luna to whip her, it might have better bite” This time we both start laughing. “Shit Clay, she sounds perfect for you” I slump back in my seat feeling a little lighter for sharing this with him. “So that's what is wrong with poison? She knows you found your Luna” I close my eyes; Shit. “Nope I only told you so keep it to yourself not even Fen” He frowns again, Fen is his Mate.