Feral Behavior Novels & Stories

So I think she'd understand," he said calmly. I knew folk lore about it, usually within the day of meeting a fated mate. Mates mark one another. If they don't, the woman would enter a continuous heat cycle, going feral for her mate until she's marked. But she is pregnant and a heat cycle won't come around until after the birth of our daughter, and she'll have my mark before then. Men, they go feral. Nothing will stop them from getting to and marking their mate. They become aggressive and unhinged. Unmarked males have torn apart villages to get to their mates. I do not think I would have that problem here, but if it doesn't happen soon, then I may hurt her in that state.

From what I know, mating in wolf culture is a big deal. One could find their mate at any time, Luke described it as sometimes a smell but it’s more of a bond he says, a tug, everything pulling you to that particular person. It feels like your existence is tied to that person and you living without feels so empty, incomplete it often drives wolves crazy to be without their mate. That’s the reason why sometimes when wolves are rejected or their bonded mate dies or suffers they almost go feral. It’s not uncommon, a wolf being rejected by their mate becoming an omega, he says it’s that they feel lost and without a purpose. A wolf always needs an anchor and if that anchor happens to be your mate

Vera asked softly. "Everybody. The pack. The laws. Basic biology.." Vera scoffed. "Those laws were written by fools who didn’t know better. And biology? Child, you're eighteen. Some wolves don't shift until twenty. Some never shift and live full, powerful lives. The moon marks us all differently." "But the ceremony..” "It is in three days. I know." Vera took a sip from her cup and set it down. She reached for a basket on the shelf and began to sort through the dried plants. “Tell me what you're really afraid of."

“I know you were crazy from the day we met you— no wonder those Bears were chasing after you! You want to get us killed?!” “I'm not getting anyone killed!” Feryt faced Clord now. “The Ferals are not there anymore. I have been monitoring them from afar for days before I ran into you guys. And one afternoon— about seven days ago, they all randomly stormed out of the Pack and left. I don’t know what or where they were going to attack but they left and didn’t come back, and now, I hear that they have shifted and concentrated their numbers in the Southern Reigns.” She explained to Clord and he settled his argument. “Oh.”

Feral rogues were not that many in number. They did not multiply through breeding. They evolved. From rogues that had eaten at least a hundred living beings; they turned into ferals from being normal rogues and roamed the deserts and forests to hunt for anything that lived. In terms of speed, they were far superior to the alphas and the witches, their only advantage. It was a saying that once someone got taken by a feral rogue, no one could help him or her. But that was not in Diana’s vocabulary.

I wanted to shout it, but my jaw was so tight that there was zero possibility of me uttering words. “Satisfied?” I spat. “Definitely.” “Isn’t it theoretically impossible that you could be? Since you haven’t been sated in over twelve hours. Isn’t that a lifetime for your breed?” “Eternus, you mean?” “Or hound.” I added. Seeing him tense in a way that was subtle enough someone else might not have known it. The Wanton’s Way Brothel, Feral Fey Country Feral Fey Country was especially dangerous. Because it was filled with Feral Fey...

In the past four weeks the Feline Breed scientist Elyiana Morrey had nearly died from the drugs that had been used to attempt to force her to destroy a Lion Breed known to have an anomaly in his blood suspected to induce a primal strength and rage known as feral fever. Mercury Warrant had developed feral fever in the labs where he had been created and trained. At the time of his rescue the scientists there had developed a drug therapy which, in essence, controlled him, locked the animalistic power inside him and forced him to obey the commands given to him by his trainers and creators.

I could tell that my wolf is slightly feisty and I could not wait to see what she looked like when we first shifted. Pierce sears my lips with a deep kiss as our mate bond seals, and we are now bound together. “I really need to go back to my pack soon though. There are a few things I left behind that I need to gather up.” I know that it is customary for the female to follow the male to his pack, but I refused to leave the picture of my parents behind. I have so little of them left now, and I cannot bear to lose one more thing. “That will not be a problem. There are a few loose ends I need to tie up concerning your pack.” I noticed that his eyes have once again shifted to almost black, and th

Brown skinned with curly hair that was in a complicated knot on his head with some tendrils loose around his face, full sensuous lips, and those eyes that were now more golden but still had a little swirl of red in it. I had heard stories that the Rogue Alpha was more than just a wolf, and I dismissed them all as wild imaginations. But now, as I watched the red in his eyes disappear completely to leave his eyes completely golden, I was convinced that there must be some truth to those stories. Normal wolves never had red eyes, not even rogues or ferals. Feral wolves are those who have gone completely mad. It usually starts from being a rogue, losing touch of the human side and then deteriorat

Automatically I move to him, to protect him from the insane psycho and his overly expensive machine and pause in sixth sense terror as something grips me coldly with how he looks. Feral is where we left him, curled up peacefully like a small ginger ball of fluff, right beside his food … except … he’s napping. Out in the open, in daylight, exposed—something he never does. My heart skips a beat and I completely pause. Mind numbing over as my breathing hitches in terror.