Novel & Cerita Feral Behavior

-Ferals- Feral is a term used in this book for half-human-half-animal living beings. They don’t seek royal blood for it gives them no powers at all. It is up to them, if they want to work for the vampires or werewolves or if they want to be protectors of the Royal blood. They are not as powerful as the others, however, if taken under the wings of royal blood they do become useful tools and become more powerful.

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.

MAYA I sat in my small office in the underground prison, a history book open on my lap. The baby Feral, I'd named him Shadow, curled up against me, his strange blue-gray fur warm against my skin. Most of the Ferals had responded to my singing, regaining some of their sanity, but they still showed violent traits whenever someone other than me approached or when someone approached me. One very funny trait I've noticed about them is how they become overprotective towards me as soon as they are restored to normal. They growl whenever someone is close to me and go berserk if they think the person is trying to attack me.

“When a wolf is labeled a feral, it means that they are wild. No one can control them and they don’t follow societal norms. Omegas and gammas that go feral are generally allowed to simply exist as rogues and the council tracks their whereabouts. No pack is allowed to do anything to them unless they start causing trouble. If a delta, beta or alpha female gets labeled a feral they are similar to omega and gammas but local packs are warned if they are living near them. Delta, beta and alpha males are considered highly dangerous. Once a pack leader goes through the long and difficult process to label one of those males a feral anything goes. The council advocates for a merciful death but it seld

“Yeah, about that. How is that?” “Simple. Because feral wolves don’t feel the pull of commands like we normally do. They only listen to their alpha. But if an alpha goes feral, they don’t listen to anyone. Only a stronger alpha can pull them back... or when the stimuli are gone a wolf will revert back.”

I didn't recognize their fur patterns, and the way they moved made my skin crawl and chills slide down my nape to my spine. I came to a halt when I noticed their red eyes. Wild, merciless wolves… these are feral wolves. Bloodthirsty creatures who killed animals, including other wolves, even when they are not hungry. They were the closest a wolf could get to insanity. They couldn’t even shift. Although some of their human craftiness and reasoning ability remained in their permanent wolf form, their human mind was nowhere to be found. One can never reason with a feral wolf once your head is close to its mouth. Certain feral wolves appeared to be driven to kill anything, anyone they saw, almost

"Perhaps the beast is simply fixated on your scent. It could be that you smell so good that it wanted more from where that scent came from." But Emeriel could see her eyes held concerns. "You don't truly believe that, do you?" "I cannot say for certain, Emeriel," Madam Livia replied, but seeing the panic in Emeriel's widened eyes, she quickly added, "What I do know is that a feral beast does not differentiate between friend, foe, bondmate, or offspring. To them, everyone is either a threat, prey, or an enemy. A feral lacks the ability to recognize a Soulbond."