Feral Behavior Novels & Stories

Desperation laced my voice as I implored, "Please, just leave me alone. I won't tell anyone I ran into you out here." Shelia questioned, "What do you think we're going to do to you?" My frustration showed as I retorted, "Let me guess, you think we're going to tear off your head and drink from your skull?" Tony's earlier description sounded so absurd when voiced aloud. I stopped in my tracks and turned around slowly, meeting their eyes. "What does 'feral' mean to you?" Malcom explained, "We're rejects or runaways from other packs. What did you think 'feral' meant?"

POV: Callum | The Feral Den The Feral Den after a successful raid has a specific atmosphere that I have come to recognize and which is different from the Feral Den after a hard night or an ordinary night. It is not celebratory. It is the atmosphere of people who have done a difficult thing and who are processing the fact that it needed to be done, and who are trying to work out what doing it has cost them and what it means they need to do next.

Spencer must have sensed the change in my mood, because he tightened his grip on my thigh and leaned in closer to me. Swallowing hard, I let out a shaking breath. “I’m not sure where to start, so tell me what it means to turn feral. Don’t gloss over it, I want to know every detail.” Adam’s lips parted and he stopped moving, stopped breathing. “He would lose himself to his beast.” Spencer said, pulling my attention to him. “The man that he is would be gone. He wouldn’t be human and his instincts would be to hurt those around him until he gets taken out by his Tarak.”

any pain, but they were in a constantly stimulated state. The idea of ruts and heats was to force procreation. It was the animalistic way of self-preservation. A man who took a mate but never touched her would eventually fall into rut or she would go into heat, making one another irresistible. The problem was a female in heat. The pain was severe and could even be life threatening. This was why it was so hard for a female to fight off a male when they were in heat. Their bodies took over for them and they craved being connected with a male. This was what I had to fight against. The situation was bad. With several males going into rut, they would end up fighting. Their feral instincts would

She won't understand at first what’s happening to her, and she'll be prone to thinking the worst, like any neglected thing like her would be. “We all have to tread carefully,” I tell Dom. “We can't risk spooking her, she's in too much danger from Spader. We have to keep her safe by any means necessary.” I can smell her scent everywhere, that ripe peach smell. The Wolf inside me is pacing like a caged animal, which he is. He wants to claim her, mark her as our territory, and raise her up as a queen. But patience is how we will win her. Just like with any little feral stray, patience and restraint are the keys to unlocking her trust. Patience, restraint, and little gifts to show her she'll be

Especially if it were the way Kay did—by mixing his saliva into Ivanna's bloodstream—that would be toxic to her. Of course, I panicked when I learned about the weirdness happening to Ivanna. It was possible that the girl would eventually turn out like me, but what if she became another horrible creature? In the vampire world, there are vampires and feral. A feral is a bloodsucking creature different from a vampire in that it resembles a human when alive, while a feral is another wild creature that destroys the order of life. The presence of ordinary vampires is already destroying the order; imagine if these feral are increasing.

“What do you mean they lose human control? I’ve seen ferals, but they always know who they’re facing, enemy or friend… they know.” A chuckle escaped Zayan’s throat, almost mocking. “What’s with that laugh?” “As I said, they are triggered by external factors. Since they rarely shift, the forced restraint of their wolf form makes it easier for them to succumb to those triggers. Once they become feral, they can never revert back—it’s as if they are locked in that state. Ending their suffering is the only way.” Marcus narrowed his eyes. “How do you know this much about ferals?” Zayan fell silent at the question. Without answering, he shut the van door and moved to the driver’s seat.

"Not a single one. There is no written record anywhere of shifters suddenly and inexplicably going feral. It simply does not appear in the historical record. Going feral is extraordinarily rare, Charles, and I don't think most people watching tonight have any real sense of how rare. Film and television have turned the feral shifter into a reliable source of drama, but the reality is completely different. Of the entire global shifter population, only half a percent begin showing any signs of the process each year. The overwhelming majority of those cases are connected to isolation from their packs, the breakdown of family structure, mental health struggles, or substance abuse. Of that half pe

Beverly would often spend hours meditating, honing her mental discipline to keep her inner wolf in check. As the days turned into weeks, Beverly's transformation was evident. She moved with the fluidity of a seasoned predator, her senses attuned to the subtlest shifts in the environment. Her hearing could pick up the faintest rustle of leaves, her sense of smell could discern emotions in the scent of others, and her night vision was as sharp as the moon itself.

The heavy branches of the lower canopy bent and whipped with the devastating force of iron bars, striking the Unsilvered with a rhythmic, bone-crushing percussion that eventually drowned out the screams and snarls of the battle. ​The Ferals, who had lived their entire lives in these woods as the undisputed apex predators, were suddenly being hunted by the very environment they called home. A wave of primal, supernatural panic broke out in their ranks, a terror that bypassed their training and hit their ancestral instincts. The raw, brute strength they had relied upon for eons was useless against a forest that refused to let them stand. Every time a wolf tried to lunge or retreat, the ground