Takiya X Fafnir Novels & Stories

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.

So he took a twig, bowed his head and started tracing runes on the ground, singing an unfamiliar melody that still came to his mind: There is no sun that the moon cannot overcome The day the debt is paid, tremble Kattegat, tremble When the iron meets the shield, tremble When songs grow from blood fed soils, tremble Whether he has to raze entire villages to write long exploit runes with blood, A Viking will end up paying his debt And so Kattegat, tremble, tremble The Drakkars will tell you to fear his fury The horses will cry out to you his arrival As he comes from far away, Tremble Kattegat, tremble. As he continued to sing, he could feel the rage that burned his soul. A tear fell from his r

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Isabella is claimed looking at the teacher. "I already suggested bunking this class and getting drunk" Lauren complained. "Shut up Lauren" Marissa hissed. Isabella just laughed at the two. They both were childhood best friends and loved each other more than BLOOD related siblings yet they were world apart in their personality. Lauren was a Kick-Ass girl, Always dressed in leather, she feared nothing. She had recently dyed her hair blue that matched her electric blue eyes. Her complexion was super pale. She was model like tall around 5 Feet 9 inches.

From worrying about Arkyn to the uncomfortable jetlagged feeling, I’ve never quite gotten my bearings since we landed. “Are you sure that’s all?” he asks before placing an arm around me. “You know you can speak to me about anything, right?” Guilt, sharp as a dagger, pierces my heart when he says this; I know that I can speak with him and I should probably tell him what I suspect, but I don’t want to make him worry if it turns out to be nothing at all. “Hmm,” Fenriz says, pulling me close and kissing the side of my head, but I can tell that he does not believe me. “By the way, are you aware that the Takahashi brothers are a split reincarnation of Nurarihyon?”

No sooner have her hands settled on my zipper than I grab her hair. She cries out of pain, and her eyes water as I lean over her. "Ora vattene."(Now get out of the way.)

He waved him over, and Taka immediately like a switch bounded up happily, like his muscles weren't killing him, still buzzing from workout, Midorin thought yoga was weird, if it wasn't lifting weights he saw it as a waste of time, well if his mate is happy who is he to complain. “Thanks for picking me up,” Taka said, climbing into the car. “I wanted to tell you something.” Midorin hummed, eyes fixed on the road as he pulled away. “I joined Taiga’s pack. Officially. He initiated me last night.” Taka’s voice brimmed with pride. Midorin didn’t react. He only let out a low hum, neither approving nor disapproving. “That’s it? Just "hmm" ?” Taka frowned, poking his shoulder.

With the utmost care, Finrir allows the sharp pointed fangs at the front of his bottom jaw to just graze Tritan's skin, conveying his intentions before proceeding further. Tritan relaxes in the comforting hold of Finrir's embrace, a contented and relieved smile gracing his face. Finrir, his resolve unwavering, closes his mouth around Tritan's wrist. His large, straight, pointed spiral fangs, reminiscent of miniature needle-sharp narwhal tusks, pierce Tritan's skin. With precision, Finrir takes only what he needs to complete the bond, his thumbs instinctively covering the small wounds to ensure that Tritan doesn't bleed.

" So, please... listen to me. 'He pleads. Let’s talk later. I will just continue your plans.’ Emily sneered. She heaved a sigh and bit her lower lip before she continued talking while facing the kingdom map. "From this area, Cadmus and Taurus will lead the Delta squadron." Since they are both skilled with human weapons, they’ll lead the Delta. " "Alright, it’s a pleasure, your majesty." Taurus politely seconded. Emily pointed out the whole palace. "This spot, this will be covered by the alpha’s wolves." I’ll give birth one of these days. That’s the alpha’s presumption. And with this spot, they will protect the heir as the war starts. "

“Why, Taryn?” The wraith’s claws slash, hum screeching, stone crumbling, Veil’s threads snapping. Kalia’s vision sharpens—the void-core, her orb’s light its key. “We need her!” she shouts, orb blazing, nodding at Taryn. Taryn’s blade shifts, striking wraith-claws, her hymn aligning briefly, eyes narrowing. “Don’t trust me yet,” she mutters, blade flashing, wounding the wraith, shadow-blood spilling. Kalia’s orb surges, light cracking wraith-flesh, hymn steady, aura bright. The wraith wails, claws dissolving, fleeing through a rift-maw, its hum fading. Taryn steps back, blade lowering, eyes cold, voice low. “Not my fight.” She vanishes into shadows, hymn gone, Veyra’s blade trembling, eyes we