Inescapable Frenzy Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Movement out of the corner of my eye gets my attention, and I see Fenriz’s Lycan beast jump behind this massive dog and grab it in a chokehold. “What the fuck did your mate summon, Kai?!” He calls out in a gruff voice, and we watch the flames behind the large beast fade away while Fenriz tightens his hold around its neck. It goes down in a huff, but Fenriz continues his hold. I didn’t have time to ask any more questions right now, even though I had so fucking much on my mind. I need to find my mate; she’s somewhere in here, I can feel it! “Caterina!” I call out through the link and out loud but get no response from her. I don’t know how far gone she is or how much of her Goddess power she ha

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

I clench my eyes hard, why am I stuttering in front of him? "Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate to be able to speak with one of Millenium Dreams' members. Goodness, how did I look earlier? I'm weary as hell!" Sancha exclaimed as we walked down the corridor. "Can you get over it, Sancha?" I irritatedly said. That is true, but is it necessary to repeat it every second? "What? I'm a fan, and his appearance pleases me. Don't tell me you don't agree with me?"

“This еnchantmеnt will only grow strongеr thе morе you rеsist. Your only chancе of survival liеs in surrеndеr.” Frеya’s еyеs blazеd with dеfiancе, hеr words lacеd with vеnom. “I will not yiеld to thе likеs of you,” shе spat, hеr voicе strainеd. “I will find a way to brеak frее and еxact my rеvеngе upon you and all who darе stand against mе.”

The moonlight casts an ethereal glow upon us, as if the Moon Goddess herself is watching over our sorrowful flight. With each stride, I feel the strength and fury of my Lycan, his relentless spirit urging me forward. Fenrir’s wrath propels us, a force that cannot be contained, seeking solace in the untamed wilderness. Even amidst this torment, there is a sense of purpose—a resolution to mend what has been shattered, to reclaim what is rightfully ours.

Four dead mates, a curse eating him alive, and a pack that was one bad day away from falling apart. Fenris would be different. He’d be better. No curses, no weakness, no mercy. Just power. “Do it,” he said finally. “Plant the nightmare seeds. Target anyone who lives near the fortress walls. Make them afraid to sleep.” Ravenna’s smile widened. “This is going to be fun.”

Elias begging her to fight. She dropped to her knees, clutching her chest as her aura cracked violently, purple fire spilling out in bursts. “No,” she whispered, shaking. “I can’t… I can’t lose them. I can’t.” Fenris crouched before her, his monstrous grin gleaming. “Then let me in. Let me save them for you. All you must do is open the cage.” Serena lifted her head, her eyes blazing, her soul fracturing. “I’d rather burn.”

"What the hell is that?" "Elena’s curse," Zephyr said, his voice tight and sharp as shattered glass. "She bound the Ashford Estate to her blood years ago. The moment the crown was claimed by a Primordial, the estate’s defenses turned on the thief. That mist is the Crimson Hunt—a magical hound bred from hatred and ancient magic. It will track us until it tears the crown from our heads or kills us trying." Ronan extended his claws, the steel of his fingers gleaming in the dying torchlight. "Great. We’re being hunted by ghosts. Fantastic."

I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially. The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them. Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now. Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jasmine on his skin. “Find him.” The voice of Femir slams through my skull, raw and feral.

Eliza’s POV My blood boiled at the sight, infusing me with a raw, uncontained rage that eclipsed everything else. “THERON!” I howled, my voice filled with desperation and fury. It shattered the air around us, reverberating with primal energy. As if my scream had triggered something, I charged forward, a blur of fur and fangs, desperation propelling me. The world narrowed to that intense moment, each heartbeat a drum calling me to action. I could feel Jasmine stirring again, the need to protect a power surging through us, binding us in our shared purpose.