Feral Behavior Novels & Stories

and he grabbed the man, "Are you mad!? You can't gas the King-Cougar, you will only succeed in waking it up! Are you insane!?" "I don't understand you, Cronus. You were the one nagging me to gas him, now I wanna do it, and you're holding me back?" Beloca's voice dripped with irritation. "That was BEFORE he took this form, dammit! That is his feral form! I don't know if you know what that word is, but in our world, it's a word to fear! As a feral form, it has absolutely no control. It only tastes for blood and death and will stop at NOTHING until it kills us!" Cronus whisper-screamed emphatically.

The memories of that night came, gushing like fountain, threatening to overwhelm me. “The feral wolves, Cara, there are the ones that invade other packs” she corrected, looking at me with an unreadable expression. I nodded, I clearly know, by now, that there are two types of rogues, the Feral rogues and the normal rogues. The feral ones are the ones that have already lost the sense of thinking to their animalistic instincts. They are the ones that attack normal small packs and kill everyone, while the normal rogues just room about the great woods, clearly loners or wanderers. After sometimes I continued my story.

"Their emotions. A steady hum of calm from one, a spike of irritation from another. It's a background noise that reminds you that you're part of something bigger. It keeps the rage from consuming you because you're not carrying it all by yourself." Nate thought of the all-consuming fire that had taken him in the car. The utter isolation of that fury. "And without it?" "You felt it," Kieran said softly. "The world shrinks to nothing but the anger, the fear. There's no anchor. No reminder that there's anything else. That's what it means to go feral. It's the silence in your own head becoming too loud."

she trailed off and I felt a chill run through my spine as her voice bounced off the walls of my office. If Annabeth was worried about them and she thought they were not ordinary, it had to be bad. “They are feral wolves, Darius.” “What?” I asked as I scooted closer to the edge of my seat. “Yeah, they are feral. The worst kind. One bite from them and it's game over,” she completed. Feral wolves were the worst kind of rogues that could infiltrate a territory. They were like zombies. They didn’t have a mind of their own. They were controlled like robots.

“Something must have happened, my lord. While an alpha goes feral for a long time, his brain also ferments. But he still recognizes a part of his family and would never attack that person because he trusts them to keep him safe. Either his brother posed a threat to him or stopped him from doing something. And if he has been breaking out of the cage nonstop, then you need to realize his mate is around. His mate is either nearby, or he’s found a new blood host somewhere.” “Feral beasts aren’t so dumb, my lord. Though the amount of years matters, if he has been feral for a long time, he starts to forget people. But even with that, my lord, they don’t just break out of their cages. They only do

"Derrick's a loose cannon right now. Worse than that, he's a hurt animal. And animals who are in pain, even the mental kind, do stupid things. Crazy things. Things that might reveal secrets best left hidden." "You think he might go wolf in front of people?" "He partially has a few times. Luckily, they know about us and won't talk. But his lack of control is a problem." Of course it proved a problem because if Derrick lost control, there was a chance he might go feral, a term used when the beast took over. "You're afraid he'll out your kind." "Perhaps not knowingly, but yes. He's not in his right mind, and unless we can get him back on a leash, we might have no choice but to terminate him."

Antonia and Freya both called out to their children it was time to wash up for dinner, leaving Ciara and Owen alone in the garden. “We need to talk…” Alpha Mars sat next to his wife, the worried look returned to his face. Ciara took his hands in hers before urging him to continue. “I got a call from a pack in the North-Eastern territories overseas. Apparently, Pack members are turning feral, attacking each other and eventually dying a horrible unexplained death.” Ciara gasped, “You mean they are going rogue? Why would anyone want to be a rogue?” Her hands shook slightly at the horrible thought. Her eyes filled with tears at his words.

Fear had its own way of making the body honest. Iris spoke in her flattest, most matter-of-fact voice. “The Feywin has conceived her first pup,” she announced. “The pack will be pleased to know it. However, the conception has left her weak. More so than is typical. I recommend a special baptism from the goddess and a series of checkups to ensure the pregnancy holds.” The table went still.

“Yes…. The ferals used to act as one. Controlled by my grandfather, the Vampire King. His will, his desires, his commands. They had no thoughts of their own and were created to act out his will and nothing else. I know what you're saying, but after he abandoned them to be slain by wolves, they lost that ability. They are lost souls, no direction, and no longer living as one hive. Without a vampire lord to control them, they are mindless beings.” “Wrong! They didn’t lose it; they just had no direction because there was no leader. A feral can’t rise and dominate its own kind, so instead they became wandering beasts, no better than wild animals.” Kaelin’s hostile manner is irritating, even if

Blocking my path. It was huge. Bigger than any rogue I’d ever seen, scarred and brutal. Matted fur, teeth yellowed and sharp, saliva dripping from its jaws. But it was the eyes that got me. They weren’t just feral; there was a cold intelligence there, a calculating cruelty. That wasn't just some random stray. The sheer presence, the way the air crackled around it… that was their Alpha. Of course, they had one. Wolves needed structure, even broken ones like those. They’d rallied around that monster.