Feral Sins の小説・ストーリー

​The "Feral-Reset" wasn't a bomb or a gas. It was a frequency—a "Primal-Scream" designed to trigger the most violent, unguided instincts of the Lycan biology. As the Architects activated the signal, Rhea felt her mind fracture. ​The "sweetness" of the pack-bond was replaced by a red haze of pure, mindless aggression. Her wolf didn't want to protect; it wanted to tear. It wanted to kill Marcus, to rip the throat out of Sela, to feast on the very people she had sworn to save.

They were Ferals, roaming the Reigns now with no hope of sanity or recovery. Plus the word Feral means you’re more dead than alive. Hence, these were dead people walking. It means my friends and loved ones are more damned than existent… with no hope of being saved. I’m alive now and not a Feral but I’m also damned. Damned to grief. Damned to anguish. Damn to helplessness. What am I going to do? Yes, I’ve killed the Dark One but his death didn’t compensate for the harm and destruction he had caused. His death didn’t remedy any of the damage he had done.

“Which is…in my opinion, even more suspicious than if there were.” “Why is that?” Merari asked. “Feral’s are called feral for a reason,” said Valene impatiently. “They’re mindless and they’re utterly controlled by their appetite for whatever they have a taste for. You of all people should know that.” there was obvious bitterness in her voice as she said this. Merari, instead of responding to her daughter, shifted her gaze, took a deep breath and looked at me. I could tell that she was upset by Valene’s harshness toward her. She was trying to tread lightly.

Outside the penthouse windows the city was going about its ordinary afternoon and in her room the word assassins was sitting in the air like it had weight and volume and was taking up physical space. "Hired killers," she said. Her voice came out smaller than she intended. "What were they doing at the orphanage? What did they want with children at an orphanage." "They are disguised," Chloe said. "To the outside world they are a legitimate charity. They have public records. They do real charity work. They help real people and real organizations and they make sure the world sees that." Her voice was completely even. The even of someone who had processed something for so long that the emotion ha

*************** (Inside Ethan's Bentley) “Boss, should I do a background check on Miss Parker?” “That’s not necessary. It's just a mix-up.” Kael is worried about Xander, his Alpha's wolf. He had seen firsthand how feral he could be when he burst out. The last time Ethan lost control to his wolf, he was held down by silver chains coated with wolfsbane for weeks and it seems that the wolf might gain control soon again. “By tomorrow evening, we shall return to the pack. I don't have the time to waste on these pathetic humans”.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

But I force myself to finish the chapter: "The perpetrator's fate was sealed that same night. It is widely believed that as divine retribution for his heinous act, the gods stripped him of his humanity, cursing him to become Feral. Some scholars argue that he may have descended into madness before committing the atrocity, but this is a minority view. The prevailing theory is that his actions led to his curse." "Almost a century later, Dominicus Amadeus still lives, now known only as the Feral Alpha. It is speculated that the gods cursed him with longevity, forcing him to relive his crime for eternity. He now exists as a rabid animal, a cautionary tale of the consequences of unchecked power a

But I couldn’t help it. What color do I use this time? Black was only when I was almost high on the painkillers. I needed something else. I needed to paint it red. Yes—red would contrast perfectly. I started to pour the pain into the room. I’m not perfect! The room shouldn’t be. Leave me alone. Leave Lucifer. Leave us! But then… did I really want to be alone with him? He was the biggest monster I was running from. “Fuck! Baby, you’re bleeding.”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?