Garm Vs Fenrir Novels & Stories

Before Kaelen could even draw breath, a massive, rugged blur slammed into him. Devon’s gray-green eyes flashed a feral, monstrous silver. He had the Gamma pinned against the stone wall, his broad, scarred hands wrapping around Kaelen's throat. The sound of Kaelen's windpipe straining echoed through the room. "Are you suggesting they slaughter my sister to protect their precious throne?" Devon snarled, his wolf, Fenrir, roaring just beneath his skin. The raw aura he usually suppressed leaked out, heavy enough to make the Gamma's knees buckle.

She fell to the ground, these men were looking dangerous as ever. "Master, they've escaped far from our reach" a man came around to report to the gray beard man in front of Mia. He was the ruler of their vampire rogues. The vampire rogues happened to be the dangerous side a vampire could have. The difference was the sharpness of their fangs, the dark red eyes, increase in powers and also lots more. They are the opposite version of the vampires just like the rogue werewolves. That has been the battle between these opposites from the onset before Tartal proposed an alliance.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

"They just have to witness." I stepped forward, my boots crunching on the permafrost. High above, on the battlements of the ice-wall, horns began to blow. A low, mournful sound that signaled the approach of an enemy. "Stay your hand, Abomination!" a voice boomed from the ramparts. Fenris’s second-in-command, a massive wolf-man named Garm, peered over the edge. He was draped in the pelt of a polar bear, his face scarred by a hundred battles. He looked down at my small group and let out a bark of a laugh.

He was about to say ‘my friends. “Gairoshi is a phrase from the old language of Apharoth. It means grit for glory,” explained Chaos. A strong wind blew outside the tent and some of the cold breeze got in. Carysse knew she felt the icy air but also felt it from her insides. It was like Gairoshi was a bad omen.

I close my eyes, lean in, trying to get it over with quickly. My nose brushed her skin, and everything went wrong. Her scent hit my nose, artificial, and wrong. Fenir doesn't move, “no.” He explodes. The words aren't mine. It tears through my throat as my body locks mid motion, my fingers curl as my claws come out, tearing through my leather gloves. Inside me Fenir rises, my instinct and force very furious, not ours he growls out. Fenrir doesn't even regard her as a human. He sees an intruder.. A threat trying to take what's not even hers.

Then I heard car engines, coming from the west. Through a broken window, I saw vehicles racing toward the compound. They crashed through what remained of the barriers, skidding to stops. Fenris emerged from the lead vehicle, a rifle in each hand. Behind him poured fighters, at least eighty of them. Mercenaries, by the look of them. “Thought you could have a war without me!” Fenris shouted, grinning like a madman. He opened fire, cutting down Lars’s fighters advancing on the pack house. His mercenaries spread out, hitting Lars’s forces.

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

I scoff at the petty threat. “Do you’re worst, Beast. I am Fenrir, the God Of Hell. She is too fucking young to understand. She won’t miss what she doesn’t have. I will return it to her when she is old enough to understand.” I bite back at him and he whimpers, not for me but for Gaia.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.