Fenrisulfr Novels & Stories

With a hitched breath, she got up to hold him before his body swept with the current in the river. And now Alyssa was galloping his horse with his body hauled across the saddle in the opposite direction of his men. “Fenris, you better stay like that till we reach my home!” she murmured. --- Over the past two days Fenris wasn’t feeling well. Yesterday he had gone to collect the herbs from the meadow they had passed through and when he came back, he had thrown up, his clothes smelling of Tormentil and myrtle. He couldn’t even get down the saddlebag from the horse and he ran to the sides to puke. Tova watched him from a distance as one of his men rubbed the lad’s back. When he helped Fenris to

My brows were still furrowed as I sat back on the cemented chair and so did Fenris. I looked at him and he seemed to be not confused at all with his usual poker face. "What is he talking about?" I asked. "Bullshits." He shrugged. I slapped his shoulder. "Seriously, Fenris! What was that all about? Powerful creature, me? We have secrets? Where is he getting all that?" "I don't know. All I know is don't trust any of his words."

I assume a defensive stance, but before I have a chance to fight back, I see movement behind Fenriz, and a pair of tattooed arms lift him under his arms and holds him back. “Fenrisúlfr!” Andreas roars. “Enough, brother!” Fenriz snarls and attempts to fight off his Beta, but I can see the battle to regain his senses by the way his irises split and meld together. He sneers, and his eyes do not leave me; however, as his fangs and claws retract, the bloodlust eases out of his scent, and he falls to the floor.

Of course he would recognize us. Forcing down a full-blown attack of panic, I raised a shoulder and said in my calmest voice, “You must have seen one of our ads. We’re all over Supernatural Media.” Nodding, he turned his attention back to Griff. “Proceed.” “The sugar and almond flour in our macarons are guaranteed to melt in your mouth, Your Majesty.” “Did Fenrisúlr try one?” the Fae King nodded at the Tupperware. “I’m afraid most wolves enjoy the taste of meat,” Griff replied.

Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep. Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

An old man stated. “We will know from the smell of it. The real one is rumoured to have a strong smell.” Someone yelled. The crowd erupted in noise. Everyone whispering to each other. Fenris uncorked the bottle. The scent hit the front row. A scent like crushed cherries and old iron filled the room. "The North has kept the best for themselves." An elder roared. "The North possesses what the South has forgotten." Alpha Stone replied. He looked at Alaric.

“Selena had things to attend too.” “So, doing her makeup then. What was that urgent matter?” He closes the door behind him, and in the drift from the doors movement I get a whiff of jasmine and roses. It’s fresh and sweet, and makes my mouth go dry from expectations. Fenris perks his ears, his snout sniffing the air from my mind. He wags his tail. ‘Is that what I think it is?’ ‘It could be. But I’m not sure.’ Fenris answers with uncertainty.

"Fenris told me that he has connections to the President and offered me the most insulting deal of my life for a cut of the longevity drug and a piece of Wolfe Medical." I set my jaw, scanning through the article. "Eason, would you happen to know about Fenris?" "Given me thirty minutes," he said and clicked on a video. "After you watch this." Eason's fingers danced across the keyboard, and the screen flickered to life. What I saw next shook me to my core. It was a video sponsored by the WSU, and its title alone sent shivers down my spine: "Grace Wolfe: A Lesson in Lycan-Werewolf Relations."

Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

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.