Fenrisulfr Novels & Stories

, he replied truthfully "Oh, what about her?", Harry asked "Don't you think she is cute?", Kavinsky asked "Yeah, maybe a little", Harry replied and shrugged "A little?!", Kavinsky asked in a very loud voice. He widened his eyes in surprise at Harry's reply "Yeah?", Harry asked confusingly "She is pretty and it's not a little. You should have seen her play the piano too, she is really good at it. And the way she talks, God! Even though she ignores me a lot", Kavinsky answered looking all mesmerized and frowned at the last sentence

"That's my desk your sitting at." Fenrir is laying back in the chair with his feet propped on the table. He is preoccupied with a clay pipe that he has been smoking out of. "How did it go?" He asks Cloven before looking up at him. "Are you seriously smoking in my office?" Cloven asks with disdain. "That smells like Opium, where did you get that?" Fenrir focuses his attention back on the clay pipe. "It was either this or Valerian. I just needed something to take the edge off."

"You do?, ok son, you go get her,we will keep everything safe here, oh and Luke" "Yeah" "Be careful " "Will do" "And if you need us call" "Ok". As i stand there looking at the river i have to smile to myself "well princess, you cant hide your scent from me, i can still smell you and we are coming for you", Lucas is determined to get his mate back as quickly as possible, we are both feeling anxious that shes not with u, we keep trying the mind link but Beths not answering eventually it gets too dark although we can see perfectly well in the darkwe dont want to startle Beth and if im honest we need rest although wolves heal quicker then humans, it was still a silver blade that got me and silve

Truthfully, she looked like she did have a few screws loose. “Who's he?” I asked again, a little quieter than before. “Fenris is an ancient wolf, one beatowed with the powers of healing by the moon goddess herself. He was the only wolf of his kind, mighty in size, kind at heart, but with a rage worst than you can imagine….” she paused, her gaze going far like she was thinking back to the time of Fenris. Then she continued. “.... Fenris healed with his fangs. Go to him with the worst ailments and he would heal you by just sticking his fangs into your skin..”

I said, shocked by my own reaction. “He is the most dangerous type of monster,” Fenris agreed, his grip on me tightening. “He has lost his position as an Alpha, but has gained raw, unchecked anger. He has nothing to lose. And he is after the Lumina Light.” We rode hard for hours before managing to get far enough away from the infected area. Eventually, as the sun was rising, Fenris finally led the horse to slow down by the river because the natural source of water protected against dark magic.

Thank heavens I am willing to cut off her jaw. “I admire your tenacity. Wait here. I'll be right back,” Fenrir said, disappearing into the woods. I was a bit bothered about his sudden movement but I hoped for his sake that it is worth the wait. He has already failed me on countless occasions, I didn't want to have to discard him. He returned some minutes later with some potion in a bottle. I am excited that this man has gone the length of involving magic just to bring my enemy to the ground. However, there was no smoke or magical clutter oozing from the bottle like it usually was in these sorts of bottles. It was just some plain old green coloured powder which wasn't smelling as vile as it l

a male elderly Advisor from the Diamante Pack scolded. “But Allister, this ‘mate’ Fenris claims to be with is human. How do we know for certain of that person if his mate? And furthermore, let’s not forget that the boy is cursed. His senses dulled to the point that they have become equal to that of a human’s senses. Who is to say that he is not mistaken in what he feels?” Winston reasoned.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.