Hawke X Fenris Novels & Stories

The air in the room suddenly tastes sharp, heavy with the deeply intoxicating scent of woodsmoke, mint, and rich mahogany. ​"June." His voice is a low, terrifying rumble, thick with a chaotic mix of frantic relief and barely suppressed fury. ​I turn slowly. Fenris is standing in the doorway, his massive chest heaving as if he’s sprinted the entire distance from the ΦΟΜ house to the off-campus strip. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his eyes aren't their usual calm, stormy blue; the edges of his irises are bleeding into a brilliant, predatory, molten gold.

Burney had never made it past a smattering of fluff. "Where's your car?" he asked as soon as he was satisfied I wasn't a Taken. "Gone. We were attacked a few miles back. The others are dead." "Anyone taken?" I shook my head. "All dead." "Do you have any weapons on you?" "No." He ran his curious eyes over me again and nodded. He picked up his his hand held radio. "Hawkeye Bravo, this is Alpha One." "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo receiving. Go Ahead."

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

I collapsed to my knees, my armor smoking, my lungs burning as I fought to draw in the hyper-oxygenated air of the Core. ​I looked up, and there he was. ​Fenris hadn't been deleted by the white-out. He had "Downloaded" himself into the Reactor's primary terminal. He stood at the center of the walkway, his body no longer grey or black, but a terrifying, translucent sapphire. He was the System Administrator now.

He staunchly adhered to the principle of fairness, refusing to accuse anyone without concrete proof, even if the rumors appeared persuasive. Lost in his thoughts, Ryder was abruptly jolted back to reality when Fenrir emerged from the dense trees that clustered along their path. Fenrir, known for his exceptional skills as a night patroller, approached with a nod of respect to greet Ryder. It was then that Ryder's eyes gravitated toward a peculiar sight—a skeletal tattoo etched on the back of Fenrir's neck. The drawing bore a strange familiarity, an echo from the depths of Ryder's memory that refused to fully materialize.

Fenris didn't budge. His massive weight pinned me completely in place. He didn't pull his fingers out of me. He didn't scramble to fix his belt. He just stopped moving. He slowly turned his head. He looked over his broad shoulder at his second-in-command. His pale grey eyes were lethal. "What?" Fenris asked. His voice was a deadly, vibrating threat. Yvara stared back at him. She crossed her arms over her leather chest plate, completely ignoring the sheer violence radiating from him.

His eyelids flutter, revealing slivers of chaotic crimson. He starts to thrash, a snarl building in his throat. "Hush now," I say soothingly. I grab my spare jacket. It's soaked in my sweat and perfume. I ball up the sleeve and, without hesitation, shove it into his growling mouth. "Bite down," I command. The moment the fabric touches his tongue, Fenris freezes. His eyes snap open—hazy, unfocused, but locked onto me. He doesn't spit it out. Instead, he bites down greedily, his jaw working as he sucks the scent from the fabric. He slumps back against the seat, his nose twitching as he inhales the scent of my jacket like it's the strongest drug on earth.

I whispered. "There is," a new voice said. A man stepped out from the shadows of a ruined tower. He was covered in blood, his tactical vest shredded, and his blue eyes were dimming. **Fenris.** He was alive, but barely. He was a ghost of a man, held together by sheer Alpha-will and the remnants of the Null-blast. "I’m already a dead man walking, Elara," Fenris said, his voice a raspy growl. "The Forge took everything I had left. Let me do one thing right. Let me be the lock."

“This will protect your Mark, Luna. It hides some of the power, so you can save it for when you really need it.” Just before dawn, Fenris came to the cabin. He looked very handsome in his formal black uniform, the silver trim that showed his Alpha status gleaming in the soft light. His green eyes softened when he saw me. "My Queen," he said, crossing the room in two steps. He took my hands. "You are breathtaking." "Are we ready for this?" My nervousness was back. This was the point of no return. Fenris pulled me close. His scent was sharper now, a mix of pine, leather, and excitement. "We are going into hostile territory, Elara. The moment we cross the Blackwood border, we are making a state

His eyebrows shot up and his hand got a little tighter around mine before letting go hastily and shaking Fenris's hand as well. "Fenris Dark, Rising Alpha of Dark Forest." Fenris barely touched Alaric's hand when he shook, pulling back as soon as possible. "Amethyst Mist huh? I'm surprised your pack sent someone, aren't you kind of known for managing all your affairs on your own? No allies, no treaties?"