Feral Behavior Novels & Stories

I asked the three in front of me. One's a gray wolf, and the other two are brown. The gray one growled and bared their teeth and I knew right then and there that the wolves in front of me are feral wolves. Wolves that went insane and couldn't control their wolves anymore and went feral. They have no sense of humanity left in them anymore and they will kill and hunt for food, which in this case is us. And there is no chance of talking to them.

Breeana's mouth fell open. "Reece. What exactly is going on?" "That's what I intend to find out. This is all pointing towards something. All these activities are happening in this short time frame. Until we know exactly what is going on, we and other packs around us will continue to be at risk." Rogues, former members of packs that had been cast out for one reason or another other became feral and lost all sense of reason. They preyed on each other, humans, and anything. They became like rabid wolves. The loss of the pack structure did that to them.

“This isn’t about want. It’s about survival.” I stumbled toward the door. My legs barely held me, my wolf still weak from the ordeal, but I had to get out. I couldn’t stay here. I wouldn’t. I didn’t care how close to death I had been. I’d rather face the streets than be trapped in… this. “You’re really going to try that?” His voice was low now, and I could feel the sharpness behind it. “You’ll die if you leave. You’ve already broken a bond once, do you want to try it a second time?”

Shredded pieces of clothes rest behind each one, and my eyes move across their chests that's tattered with claws, and burn wounds. Are they... Oh my God, are they hurting themselves? "I..." I croak, bile rising in my throat as I turn back to Eric, and he sighs before moving to stand beside me. "They have lost all sense of rationality, and tend to be violent at times. Some of them were with mates, and the abstain from their other halves coupled with the Sera killing them inside turns them into beasts. " Pain drips off his voice wiry each word, and I sniff quietly; blinking back my tears.

"You want me to believe that the solution to my forbidden bond with my enemy is to bond with all five of you?" "It’s not romance, Feral," Kael bit out, though his eyes lingered on her mouth for a fraction of a second too long. "It’s control. It’s survival. Your Berserker power is a runaway train. We are the Found Family that must act as the tracks."

“He survived it. He survived her. He survived the fact that you let this happen under your watch—and now you want to punish him for breathing?” Silence. Then the twin on the right leaned forward, dark eyes trained on us like he’d been waiting for the chance to speak. “I don’t see the point in punishing someone for staying alive,” he said, voice smooth, expression tight. “He was stalked. Drugged. Targeted. Set up by his own mate. Just because a rejected mate went feral doesn’t mean Mr Adams should carry her crimes.” He turned to his brother, then flicked a glance at the councilwoman beside them. Smirked. The kind of grin that could talk people out of secrets or into bed.

He released another growl, one that depicted something else; Was it a scent? Whose scent? This wasn't the primal howl of a beast who wanted an escape. It was one that depicted rage, something he didn't want to scent. But who? Surely it wasn't me or was it me? But he didn't seem to be after me, it was something else. Probably a scent he didn't want to smell. Ferals are known for their sharp sense smells of people they disliked. They could tear down a whole pack looking for the one person they wanted to shred in pieces. It was just their nature, purely on kill and destruction.

There had been roughly two hundred humans who lived her as well who had been freed from feeding rooms, slaves of various covens who were able to escape, and those who were rescued from nests. Nests were clusters of lone vampires who band together in a mini coven-like situation. They were nomadic and could easily become feral. For a reason that was still unknown, some vampires became feral, their primal instincts ruling them entirely. They only sought to sate their thirst for blood and sex. Ferals were extremely dangerous to anyone and anything they came across.

Anderson repeated, horror widening his eyes. Rowan answered quietly, “If she becomes feral, they will restrain her. By force if necessary.” Gal’s hands curled into fists, but her voice didn’t shake when she spoke. “I understand.” Rowan stepped closer and lowered his voice. “You are not obligated to do this. You may walk away. No one here would dare blame you.” Gal met his gaze. Her fear was still there…deep and real, but beneath it burned something stronger. Her love for Milo. Her refusal to lose him. Her determination to shape her own fate.

I literally feel my bones snapping, my skin turning inside out. "Fuck!" I growl like a feral, trying to fight the pain. But I have no choice but to take it. As long as it means that I can rule my pack with a right mind. Without this shot every month, I'm no less than a feral rogue. Feral rogues are wolves that can't ever shift back to their human forms and only do one thing every day and night. Kill and eat people. Especially innocent humans that can't fight back. Talon continues to fight Inside me, trying to get out. I have to force myself not to shift right in front of everyone.