Fenrir

The Cursed Knight

Fenrir was once a proud royal knight, a warrior of honor who fought for his kingdom with unwavering loyalty. But no matter how many battles he won, no matter how many foes he struck down, he could never rise in rank.

The promotion he longed for—the recognition he deserved—was always just out of reach.

He wanted more. More strength. More speed. More power.

Then, The Mage appeared. A mysterious figure who whispered promises of greatness, of unstoppable might. Fenrir, desperate to break his limits, accepted the offer.

A potion was placed in his hands.

And so, he drank.

The transformation was instant. His body twisted, his bones cracked, his senses exploded with newfound power. Claws tore through his gauntlets, his teeth became fangs, and the knight became a beast.

A werewolf.

But the power was not a gift. It was a curse.

Fenrir had been deceived. The beast inside him was uncontrollable. His mind, once sharp and disciplined, was consumed by rage, hunger, and fury. He was no longer a knight—he was a monster.

Now, he roams the battlefield, neither hero nor villain, an unstoppable force of destruction. The knight is gone. The beast remains.