Feral Behavior Novels & Stories

My secret would have been out by now and I would have been killed by the council just because I was a Feral wolf, even if I posed no threat to the society like my predecessors… I thought back to the time when I first received the letter. I was ready to face my so-called well wishes at first and thought they would make their move any moment then. My determination gave way to doubt and then panic when nothing happened in a week. I wondered what they were planning and as I was on the verge of hysteria, Zane started his prank theory and though I knew better, I listened to him because I felt better with the thought.

"We actually need someone like you, especially now that the king's control over his wolf is slipping. Ever since his mate escaped, the wolf's behavior has become even more unpredictable. All the servants are backing away, so all I'm asking is for you to be patient." My mind froze, unable to process his words. It was just too much to handle. He turned into what? In that situation, the king is like a wild animal now. Even if I make a mistake, he becomes even more dangerous. Didn't he say earlier that the king is not a bad person? Is he stupid? What did he think, that I'm dumb? But being feral simply means that his wolf has more control over his body. However, such cases are unlikely to happen

By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling.

The forest responded immediately, branches bending slightly to obscure them, roots rising to form natural barricades against unseen eyes. “They’re close,” Thalen said, voice a growl now, carrying the wolf’s authority that made her knees weak. “Ferals. Drawn by the disturbance we caused last night.” Her stomach knotted. The Ferals were dangerous, unpredictable, and they had grown more aggressive over the past nights. Aella had seen them flee before, but never in numbers or with coordinated intent. The forest’s pulse quickened beneath her palms as if warning her of imminent danger.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

And I am trying to avoid punishments. All I have to do is get through this dinner tonight, redecorate the ballroom, and then tomorrow. Then, I am free…hopefully. Dad always told me; wolves are pack animals, and they don’t like being packless. They turn feral when they are without a pack for too long. At the point, I will take being feral over being verbally and physically abused for another day. Dad wouldn’t want me to stay here if he knew the hell I am going through. He would tell me the exact same thing. Leave. Don’t look back.

She touched his hand, "Hey ... relax ... I got this ... you're underestimating my survival skill, like you said ... animal instinct, I think it's embedded in our DNA to find a way to survive when we need it most." He nodded, not the least bit convinced. He didn't want to sound condescending, he chose not to say anything. Her instincts probably have never been exercised and polished since the day she was born. Like any caged animals in the zoo, they would have to re-learn everything once they were back to their natural habitat. Most may not even survive and had to be placed in a sanctuary instead. "Or ..." she looked at him intently. He waited for her next sentence. "You can come with me? I'l

Zannicus blinked rapidly. "Yes," Marcus nodded, "As everyone knows, when a wolf becomes feral usually it's because the wolf lost their mate in a brutal way or lost all sanity due to anger, frustration, hunger, banishment, and the like. But yours can be triggered. At anytime and anywhere." Zannicus stayed quiet and Marcus took that as his cue to continue.

They want blood. War is looking more and more lucky as the rogue pack makes demands. They want land. They insist if we give them land they will leave us alone, but that’s too simple. These rogues making up this mishap pack are filled with feral wolves ready to kill without mercy. Feral wolves are dangerous. They don’t ever come out of wolf form. They have no humanity. I watched the video where that feral rogue tore apart Cheryl. She had a painful death.

Eldrick answers, “you’re gonna need to earn it.” Clay turns until his head is in profile, and if I did not see it myself, I would not think such a perfectly empty face could communicate such unmistakable contempt. Eldrick goes on, unaffected. “Last full moon, the Hunters trapped themselves a feral out by the bogs. We’ve been keeping him on ice for a special occasion. I figure if you can take him out, Killian Kelly should be no problem for you, eh?” No. No one goes against a feral alone. Even Hunters go after them as a pack, and they take nets and knives and iron pipes. Ferals are infected, stuck between man and wolf, stronger than both, driven by madness and rage at Fate.