Feral Hearts Game Novels & Stories

It flaked away, turning into a fine, white powder that was instantly absorbed by the watercolor sky. "It's gone," Victor said. His heart—or the idea of his heart—thudded once. Hard. "London. The pack. The debt. All of it." "We’re the only ones who made the jump, Victor. The Ferals were too heavy. Their hate was a lead weight. They sank while we floated." Elodie reached out. Her hand was a soft, pink glow. "Where's the kid? Where's Malakai?" "They’re here. Somewhere." Elodie looked around the shifting landscape. "This world... it’s governed by the heart, Victor. If you want them, think them. But be careful. If you think of a monster, this place will give you one."

With trembling fingers, I flip through the pages until I find Garnet City. My heart nearly stops as I see the entire city marked in red, labeled "Feral Alpha's Territory." At the bottom of the page, a small note reads: "While Garnet City is an entirely human settlement, it falls within the territory of the Feral Alpha, formerly known as Dominicus Amadeus. The city is situated on the former grounds of the Amadeus pack."

"But this was actually the only way I could talk about the game to someone. You've heard of the Carver right?" I nods slowly, although I still wasn't buying her excuse. "He's the one who made me join the game, you see.... it was an easy way to gain money" My eyes widened at her words. "You're taking me to see a psychotic killer?!!" "Calm down Belle. Both me and him will soon be done with the game", she nodded reassuringly. "He just has to harvest a heart, mine is just a heart and two lungs" "Don't say harvest!... How can you even say that so casually?!", I screamed pulling my hair. "You're gonna murder someone....!"

Even immortals failed at keeping their words and the errors of others always came back to hurt the innocent ones. What a pathetic life pattern. “These are the main game rules: for each game passed, immunity points are awarded. Killing a person during the games amps up your point and even after the games— immunity points are awarded” Silent whispers ensued but the voices never rose past that. “This world is Parasite-infested. The air likewise is polluted with mutating chemicals.” Every revelation kept getting sick, my head churned.

“In return for saving me, I will accompany you there. That mansion belongs to Valentine Arkansas. He bought it after the mansion went into foreclosure.” Bingo. Just like what I predicted. Valentine was all behind this. When I first saw him, I was hit by a rotten scent, something one can have after crossing the line between animal instinct and humans. It was worse than the rogues. We called it Ferals, one that consumed not only other shifters but humans as well. In the Desert, we had killed a lot of them, preventing Human hunters from knowing about us. They were the risk we can’t afford to have.

The man with the dangerous smirk and the eyes that seemed to know far more than they should. She’d walked away from Leo Knight twice now, each time with the intent to never cross paths again. But each time, she caught herself scanning the crowd, her senses straining for the faintest trace of him. It was irrational. She didn’t like irrational. Irrationality got people killed. Her phone buzzed in her palm, dragging her from the tangle of thoughts. Unknown Number: The game’s already started. Don’t be late. She stared at the message. No greeting, no signature, no context. Just a line that somehow made the cab’s air feel heavier. She considered deleting it without a reply, but curiosity was a sly

But of course Lucifer was here—like a shadow I couldn’t shake. “I don’t have time for you,” I muttered, brushing past him, forcing my shoulders not to stiffen under his gaze. “I’ll be around,” he called after me, his voice dripping with mockery, low and intimate enough to feel like a whisper in my ear. “Watching.” I ignored him, moving quickly through the quiet hall toward Diana’s room. The music from the main hall faded into nothing, replaced by the distant hum of night insects outside and the soft rustle of curtains along the corridor. My heart was pounding too fast, and I could feel the mate bond thrumming faintly under my skin, pulling me toward her.

I was the only one still looking like I wanted to scream. “Everyone here came the same way you did,” Nova whispered beside me. “We all fell. We all woke up. Some call it hell. I call it the Game.” “Why are we even here?” I hissed. Before He could answer, that same cold robotic voice filled the air again. “Welcome, participants, to Erevos System – Zone 1 . This is your new reality. You have been selected based on your choices, sins, and survival potential.” I felt my stomach churn.

“This game is still yours, even if they think it’s theirs.” The tablet pinged: “Breaking: Mercer returns? Snuggly photo in the shadow of World Circuit—what does it mean?” Below, comments, flashing reactions, gifs, fragments rising like a tide. Aria’s phone buzzed too—messages from her sister, two teammates, an unknown number: “Miss, live interview tomorrow morning?”

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.