Feral Hearts Game Novels & Stories

I arched a brow instantly, wondering what this game was all about. “This is the magical flame of the Shrekers. Everyone knows the history as it’s said never to go off.” she added. “However, only the actual blood of a human can turn it off. This game tests how much each of you are willing to sacrifice to be respected as a breeder.” A beeping box was settled with her hands around it. “There are no rules in this game. Meaning you’re free to do whatever you want to quench your flame.” The Fox woman smiled mischievously, turning the beeping box on and saying, “Begin!”

Every instinct whispered that what they were feeling was forbidden, perilous… yet irresistible. The shadows shivered again, and this time Aella didn’t need Thalen to warn her. The forest’s pulse screamed, the roots beneath her hands curling and lashing instinctively. From the darkness, a massive Ferals pack surged forward, their glowing red eyes locking onto the Heartwood and, instinctively, on her.

The purple of the flame indicates something specifically related to The Dark. I find them deep in the Khangai mountains of Mongolia. The closer I get, the more it feels like something is wrong. I can feel their pain, but it is so raw and animalistic, I can’t pinpoint what's causing it. Seraph runs countless miles until their scents are strong enough for a good, long howl to summon them. She waits until she feels their presence. I can’t smell Cora or Dante, but two of the Feral are waiting for me in the thick trees. When I'm sure they are watching, I shift back to my human form and call out to them.

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.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

Leaving her shaking, breathless, and more confused than ever, while the forest outside swallowed Matteo alive. Three hearts. Three secrets. Three wars waiting to ignite. The game had officially begun.

“That’s not how the bond works. Fate chose you. And I don’t fight fate.” The SUV slowed as we approached the forest. Through the tinted window, the human world slipped away — the streets, the people, my mother’s face flashing in my mind one last time — replaced by towering black pines and endless shadows. I pressed my forehead to the glass, trying to breathe, trying not to cry again. “I don’t want this,” I whispered. “You will,” Brock said simply. --- The SUV finally pulled through massive iron gates etched with the crescent moon symbol. Guards bowed as the car entered. My stomach twisted. This wasn’t just a house. It was a fortress. A prison.

FERAL SINS. EPISODE ONE. It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. They have your heart. _ anonymous_ Alannah closed her eyes and tried not to moan when his lips found its way to her slender neck.. "Where are you,My love?" He whispered into her ear but she couldn't say anything and just let him do whatever he wanted.. His Ocean blue eyes were glowing as he stared at her. It held more darkness than any eyes she has ever seen..

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

“Now you just gained access to make the deal with me.” “What?” Disbelief clouded my face. So I apologised so I could be his pawn in his shitty game? I thought it was for the match but all this for… Sighing felt difficult. “What?” Ferdi shrugged. “You think this cheap thing you did here would match any fuck? I told you I want to fuck you. So I made a deal– fuck me and I'll give you a match.” He even called my kneeling cheap, like I hadn't cursed his name and all his ancestors.