Feral Hearts Game の小説・ストーリー

The guard sneered and hung back in the hall as I strolled cluelessly around. The Blackwolf territory is extremely cold compared to the Whitewolf territory; it was known for its cold climate and plethora of evergreen forests. Although everyone was banned from speaking of the Blackwolf packs, most of the elders of my pack often joked about sending extremely stubborn children to the Blackwolf territory and telling them they were going to freeze to death and the ghosts of the Blackwolf pack were going to haunt them. It worked because most of them changed for the better.

I pulled Ethan into my arms and whispered reassurance. Ethan was born with a congenital heart condition, so the slightest emotional distress could be fatal. Yet, there was an incident today. I examined Ethan from head to toe. Only when I was certain he hadn’t been hurt and was no longer in shock did I heave relief. “Silas, how could you be so vile? “I can’t believe you hurt my baby girl!” Andrew shot me an accusatory look, his gaze burning with rage. His loud voice attracted a crowd.

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

Still chose the bond without hesitation. Alessandro would never understand that. To him, bonds were leverage. Tools. Weaknesses to exploit. To us, they were survival. The wards hummed louder, reacting to the emotional surge in the room. My wolf reared up, snarling, throwing itself against the suppression with renewed fury. I forced myself to breathe. Slow. Controlled. If Alessandro was listening, and I was certain he was, I couldn’t let him see this realisation take shape yet. I couldn’t let him know I had finally seen the game for what it was. Because once he knew that I knew, the next move would be worse.

Something older than kingdoms. Older than history. A name still echoed within my heart. Vaelith. And somewhere beyond the shattered seal... A second imprisoned dragon opened its eyes.

★★★ FERAL FURY PACK ★★★ Lucifer got ready and left the mansion. This time, he used his car, speeding through the winding roads that led to the Pack’s territory. The Festival of Maidens was a grand event, and although he wasn’t particularly interested, the urgency in his mother’s voice had convinced him to attend.

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

He was running toward the woman in the red coat who was screaming his name in the acid rain. I sat on the throne, my torso splitting open, my marrow boiling. I watched through the security feed as the Unlearned in the loading bay began to stir. They heard the 'Mother' calling. They heard the distress of the Queen. The feral scavengers began to howl, a discordant, terrifying sound of confusion and hunger. They weren't kneeling anymore. They were looking at the dome with yellowed, silver-burned eyes, their instincts telling them that the sanctuary was a lie.

In irritation, I tune the air around the fruit until it burns and destroys it. "Yo!" Felix throws his hands up, frustrated. Good. Liliana Rosalyn. May 3rd, 2028. "Bring the captives over here. Make sure they watch every scene." Said a huge, muscular man with scary dark green eyes. "Yes, Earl Haus." Replied his men. They were only a group of innocent humans, and if you weren't quick to do what they wanted, you're bruised and smacked. The Earl approached the humans on their knees, sobbing and shaken to the core. The tension and fear in the air could choke any prey to death.