Feral Hearts Game 소설 & 이야기

Seeing their situation, the four of them panicked. “What are you doing?” “F*ck! Come out if you have the guts, you pervert.” Jack’s voice sounded in the darkness. “The name of this game is called the killing game. It’s specially designed for you! The game is very simple. Your hands are bound by the iron rings. If you want to escape, you have to pull the device in the middle of the iron rings. The iron hooks on the top will pierce your skin. When your palms break free from the iron rings, the iron hooks will pierce through your collarbones. Of course, you have other ways to escape. This is also the highlight of the night.”

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.

The pot rolled over and crashed to the floor at the same time that I jumped over the window into the soft soil of the garden. I could hear voices now, and scurried feats, rushing to the source of the sound. And I could also hear the deafening beat of my heart as I threw caution in the wind and ran for my life, hiding among the shrubs and the trees as well. I didn’t look back, I didn’t stop to listen or know where I was running to. I had run what seemed like a hundred miles before the clear site of a tall black see through gate appeared. Joy and hope slipped into my heart as I increased the pace of my legs.

I lead the fight, feeling the blood and ripped flesh in my mouth. Screams and blood surround me... Before it is finished, we have some severely wounded wolves, Kayden is cursing cause his leg is crushed, and someone is at risk of bleeding out. My warriors at the border manage to inform me that they keep winning, slowly pushing the rogues away from our land. All my pack members, except warriors, are barricaded in their houses as they were ordered. In a moment, Gideon screamed "Red Venom" in my mind. Those who turned feral in the garden are dead, but we don't know how many more were poisoned, and we don't know how many more can go feral any moment now.

POV: Callum | The Feral Den The Feral Den after a successful raid has a specific atmosphere that I have come to recognize and which is different from the Feral Den after a hard night or an ordinary night. It is not celebratory. It is the atmosphere of people who have done a difficult thing and who are processing the fact that it needed to be done, and who are trying to work out what doing it has cost them and what it means they need to do next.

she countered. ​She looked up at the towering chest of the giant. A massive ribcage of obsidian bars protected a swirling vortex of violet fire. Within that fire, she saw a faint, rhythmic pulse. The Heart of the Mountain lived there. It was the source of the Earth-Shaker’s life. It acted as the anchor for the Feral King’s manifestation. ​"The shoulder!" Elara pointed to a jagged ledge of rock. It sat where the creature’s arm met its torso. "If you can get me to that ledge, I can use the sword to breach the ribcage."

Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.” Fiel was stunned as he heard the announcement. “Game of Fangs and Death… Alpha Pharoah? What kind of place or the world I have been thrown from that oubliette?” he thought hastily. His life has been a total mess since the day that he was accused of raping and k

“I only needed to let off steam.Not cause more drama. That is the last thing I need. Besides, what difference does it make?” Tyler frowned, clearly not happy with my answer. I brushed past him. I need to escape the prying eyes and words filled with judgment. I needed space, and the only place that offered any piece of peace was the woods. I Shifted into my wolf and ran. My feet pounding against the earth. Each step was a desperate attempt to outrun the confusion and fear that felt like it was consuming me. The trees blurred around me, the cool air flowing through my fur. Xander is my mate. The thought kept repeating itself in my mind.

“And I appreciate that. More than you know. But I need you to understand just how bad this is. The rogues in there… they’re not like the ones we usually deal with. They’re feral. They enjoy the killing.” “Doesn’t matter, Alpha,” another warrior, Rhys, stated simply. “If the Luna needs those herbs, we get them. End of story.” I looked at their determined faces. There was no hesitation, no fear that they would show me. Only resolve. They were ready.

EVIE The world didn’t end. It felt like it should have when my bones split apart, when fire burned through my skin like molten, when I screamed so hard my throat cracked. But instead of dying, the darkness came, and in it, was like something else woke up. A heartbeat that wasn’t just mine. A voice whispering in my ear, burning under my skin. Run. I gasped, but it wasn’t air in my lungs anymore. It was wind. Sharp. Cold. Free.