Fenrisulfr Novels & Stories

"Come down and surrender now, and I promise to make your death quick. Resist, and I will feed your heart to my hounds while you still have the breath to scream!" I felt the hidden rage within me begin to boil, a molten heat that threatened to melt the very marrow of my bones. But then, Fenris reached into a leather satchel at his side. He pulled out a circle of ancient, battered gold. It was covered in dark, dried blood. Some of its main rubies had been forcefully removed from their settings.

“Four seconds. I counted.” I stare at her. She continues, “I’ve been his pack doctor for six years, and I’ve known him even longer than that. I’ve seen him get stabbed in the chest with a silver knife and still move. I’ve never seen him stop breathing.” She takes something from the cabinet behind her. A syringe, pale as milk. “Do you understand what you’re doing to him?” she asks. I stare at the syringe. “Is that…” “Fenrir compound, diluted.” She sets it on the counter between us. “Enough to make you sick for a week. Enough to make you want to leave.”

The room was filled with the scent of old leather, woodsmoke, and a sharp, copper tang that made Elara’s eyes sting. Fenris was standing by the window, his back to them. He was dressed in ceremonial black leather, his long dark hair tied back with a silver cord. On the table beside him lay a long, curved blade—the ritual athame. Its edge gleamed with a wicked, blue-white light. "Is she ready?" Fenris asked without turning. "Dressed and basted," Silas replied, his tone mocking. "Though I still say she’s a bit light on the bone, Fenris. The elders are already sharpening their teeth."

key—a staff of pure, unrefined Silver energy that hummed with the power of a dying star. ​“Welcome to the Library, Sovereign,” Fenris said, his voice a low, melodic purr that vibrated in my very marrow. “I hope you found the 'Reference Section' enlightening. Because this is where your story ends.”

She guided Seraphina's mouth to the right spots. "Right there, baby. Use your tongue," Isolde instructed. Seraphina followed every direction. She slid the small toy inside Isolde while licking her clit. The vibrations made Isolde's hips buck. She came with a loud cry, thighs squeezing around Seraphina's head. Seraphina kept licking until Isolde pulled her up for a deep kiss.

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Thorn added, “Your men were lucky I wasn’t there. Otherwise, it would be them who were annihilated.” A shadow of unease quickly flashed across Olcan's crystal blue eyes, “It was an impulsive move made by my brother, Fenris. My father, the old king, disapproved of his ruthless and irresponsible behavior, as did I. As a gesture of apology, I brought this for you.” He took out a flask containing a bright, orange liquid, “I heard that you were wounded by the Snow Kiss. It’s the fiercest poison in the northern realm, and its antidote is even harder to obtain.”

A pack member shouldn’t be scared of his leader; he should respect them I walk over to the corner where all the wolves were hanging out. “ I heard that the vampire crown prince killed a werewolf once, “ I heard a wolf whisper. Ethan’s head turned at his title. It was true vampires could hear a mile away. He headed over to us. His movement was tense. “ Excuse me, “ he said reaching for one of the beers. “ Isn’t it like impossible for vampires to get drunk, “ Joline said very tipsily.

He enjoyed her so much he made slurpy noises and slapped her butt vehemently and in between meals. “How can a woman be this fresh and sweet? I could eat you for life – if you will allow me.” Fenris spoke freely. “Enjoy your meal in silence, Mister. I just want to be eaten and satisfied with enough water to quench my fiery thirst.” “Then you shall have my crystal water in your mouth very soon. Or preferably, I shall feed you some water from your fountain.” “I want both, my Fenris.” “I shall take ownership of this pussy tonight like it has never been owned.”