Garm Vs Fenrir Novels & Stories

“Marsai, you really need to calm down and relax.” He isn't worth all the hate I was feeling for him. That's a lot of emotion and he doesn't deserve anything from me! “He is extraordinarily attractive. Just that he didn’t look as macho as I expected him to.” Elena shrugged, her eyes twinkling. Fenrir is definitely macho, rude, aggressive, and disgusting. There was no reason anyone should look at him any other way. I couldn't help but give in to the urge. “Attractive? Pftt,” I scoffed.

My claws raked across her side. She screamed as blood stained her dark fur. For a brief second… Hope flared inside me. I could beat her. I just needed— A horrifying roar echoed through the forest. Not mine. Not Valkyra’s. Zane’s. My head snapped toward the sound. Across the clearing, Fenrir wasn’t fighting like an old man. He moved with frightening speed, years of hidden strength exploding out of nowhere. Zane blocked one strike. Dodged another. Countered with a brutal punch that sent Fenrir crashing into a tree.

They fought with a suicidal devotion, throwing their bodies at his claws just to get a single hand—or a single tooth—on his throat. ​I met Fenris in the center of the fray. He didn’t shift either. He didn’t need to. His human form was so saturated with the Silver Gene that his skin was practically organic armor. We traded blows that would have leveled a skyscraper in Aethelgard. Every time our blades met—his ancient silver steel against my future-forged obsidian—a spark of silver and gold erupted, scorching the ancient, moth-eaten banners that hung from the high rafters.

His aura sharpened into something lethal, locking onto the General with the cold precision of a drawn bow. “Heh. I’ll take you up on that offer. Arena?” General Arthur visibly stiffened. His own presence recoiled, as if remembering exactly how unhinged the man before him was—the same lunatic who had dared spar with the Emperor and walked away laughing. Albert was the only one insane enough to challenge a Fenrir for fun. “Tsk. I respect your father and His Majesty, so I’ll let this pass,” Arthur muttered, retreating gracelessly into his seat to salvage what pride he could.

“Enough with that, Al. No one’s watching. You can drop the honorifics.” Alaric watched Fenrir with the same scrutiny he would observe an enemy. He could never quite understand what the man was thinking or read into his next move. He’d always found Fenrir to be likened to a black canvas with red and white paint drops on its lower edge. Much like an intricate painting with a message too large for the mind to fully understand or decode. Fenrir was and always had been different from them all. Alaric wouldn’t be surprised if it was discovered that he was from a different plane that outdated all three worlds.

he replied while looking at me, but immediately looked away again when I looked back. .... Fenrir had already mobilized her troops upon seeing the enemy troops approaching. He brought an army of dwarves as well as werewolves with backup lighting wolves at their back. They walked casually in human form and without any equipment at all. They are even like thugs who will fight because they only wear ordinary clothes. Bruk bruk bruk bruk.. The sound of stomping feet and also the scraping of armor could be heard coming from the direction of Borlal's troops. Dust soared high as the multitude of troops marched simultaneously under Yusagi's lead.

I slammed my forearm into the back of Fenrir’s neck, driving his face hard into the top of the padded boards. The referee's whistle blew fast, calling for a penalty, but the war did not stop. Fenrir laughed as he stumbled back, his nose bleeding from the impact. His dark pine pheromones flared in a thick cloud that tried to choke out my cedar control. "He's hiding something under that armor, Kael!" Fenrir hissed, wiping the blood on his sleeve as the linesmen dragged him away toward the penalty box. "And I am going to rip it out of him before the third period ends!"

Thank Goddess he is so strong, or else my worries would be tripled. But of course, some orcs retaliated. Smashing their barb and spiked club at Fenrir’s feet. Some of them even jumped to input damage at his back. Blood gushed out, and because of this, Fenrir received a great deal of damage again. He closed his eyes once, and when he opened them, he portrayed an intense gaze. It was his move. I could sense the power of his pheromones spreading in waves, confusing the orcs and even goblins from the distance.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

"Maybe it is Since Fenrir is a night wolf. Most Nordic people think that they can't see Fenrir because it is too dark at night with his jet black fur. But the truth is, he can move anywhere he wants. That's what makes him very difficult to catch." Reinhard pulled out the dagger stuck in the tree trunk and threw it at Damien. When the tip of the dagger was one millimeter in front of Damien's neck, it suddenly stopped with Reinhard in front of Damien holding the hilt of the dagger. "I'm getting excited. Shall we start the fun now?" Duakkkk!~ ... Damien punched Reinhardt in the stomach very hard, making Reinhard kneel in pain, holding his stomach with his own two hands.