All Chapters of Fenrir Rising: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Skoll stares at Lucia, waiting for her to answer his question. She never did talk about what happened when the demons attacked her and that elf. Skoll tried probing for more information, but she couldn't find the words to describe what happened. "Let's change the subject." Skoll says, trying to get her to talk about something instead of being this quiet. "The elves managed to defeat Arion. They could put a party together and stop the demon horde." Lucia doesn't react. Instead, she takes another sip of alcohol to calm her nerves. She might have been calm and collected shortly after she came back here, but all of the stress is starting to come out all at once. "How many of us have to die in order to have peace?" Her words hit Skoll hard, but the feeling quickly fades away. "It's just how life is." Skoll responds, knowing that what he says won't help her. "Pain makes us enjoy the simple things in life even more. Besides, if the elves kill themselves to stop them, that's better for us,

Lords of the fallen, great kings who had once held positions of power to become kings of nothing. Everything comes to an end at some point, but no one thinks that far ahead. Nor would they want to. No one would have thought that an entire world would succumb to a fate such as this. Whoever the survivors are that survived the tragedy, you can be sure that they didn't learn the lessons their ancestors did. Foot tracks. Fenrir stares at them, wondering if it is still a good idea to contact them. They might have been bombed into the stone age. They might be a cannabilistic tribe. Not like he cares, they can't do anything to hurt him. He decides to keep following the tracks, hoping that they will lead to their settlement. Light snow starts to fall, and it's not enough to cover the tracks, but he doesn't want to take his time either. He needs to find this place before the snow gets worse. If he can get there before the sun rises, he will be able to scout the area better without getting no

"What do you mean by that?" Fenrir asks, not understanding how a human doesn't find their own species attractive. "I guess that I'm just different from everybody else." She looks away from his eyes, trying to think of the right words to say as her heart flutters. "I've heard stories about werewolves, and I've always wanted to meet one since I was a kid." She looks into his eyes once again. I always wanted to be one.""Are you sure? Because I can turn you into one right now." Fenrir regrets saying that so soon. Her mind might not be in the right place. He'd rather wait until they are in a safe place where her mind is at ease. Then again, it would help her survive the storm. "After I do this, there is no going back." She hugs him tighter. She's made up her mind. 'Everything about him is comforting.' She doesn't mind that he has killed people, probably out of cold blood. This is something she has dreamed about since she could remember. Everything about this feels right. "I know." It's

Fenrir bobs and weaves their fruitless attacks. Far to slow for any to hit him. Instead of going for the killing blows, Fenrir focuses on maiming them. Mainly going after the tendons in their legs so that they can't run away. One by one, they fall to the ground, screaming in pain and yelling for help. Fenrir is about to take out the last human of the group, but he stops short when he smells a familiar scent on him. Alice's scent. Then it hits him. This must be the guy she was talking about, the one who abused Alice in the first place. The one that caused her so much pain and suffering. The thoughts that race through Fenrir's mind are nothing short of sadistic. Wanting to see this human suffer more than the others. But this isn't his fight. Alice should be the one to take her revenge. He'll save him for her, to do what she deems necessary. A proper punishment for unforgivable crimes.This human just stares at him wide-eyed, scared that this violent creature might have something else mo

Despite all of the kicking and screaming Daren does, they continue to drag him outside and head for the river. "You brought this upon yourself." Alice berates him. "Bad dogs need to learn to shit outside." "Stop calling me that." Daren tries to hold back his anger. He doesn't want to make the situation worse. Then again, how could he? They're just going to kill him either way. "You know what? Fuck you. I should have beaten you harder when I had the chance." "This is what you get for going through life half-assed. If you're going to abuse someone, you might as well finish them off." Alice keeps berating Daren to get a reaction out of him. But Daren won't fall for it. He won't stoop to her level. He'll take this punishment like a man. This is nothing compared to getting his arm chopped off. What's a little cold bath going to do? When they reach the river, Fenrir asks Alice if she minds if he were to take a bath as well. He hasn't washed his fur since he came here. And she probably do