Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

“The first wave was meant to observe.” “The second will test.” Sera’s voice was sharp. “And if she fails?” Virell’s gaze was cold. “Then she dies.” — Later, in his private chamber, Virell studied the ancient texts. The Book of Bound Souls. The Codex of Flame. The Scroll of the Root. Each one spoke of convergence. Of mortal and divine. Of bloodlines fractured and reforged. But none mentioned a child born of prophecy before the prophecy itself awakened. He traced a passage in the Codex:

I let out a long, high-pitched wail that bounces off the damp stone walls, my head hitting Silas’s shoulder. "Look at her," the Feral says, his voice thick with a sick kind of pride. He is standing right in front of my face, watching the way my body is being forced to take both twins at once. "She’s taking them both. She’s a bottomless pit for the pack."

Sera explained, “their essence does not dissolve naturally. It lingers. Without guidance. Without form.” The carvings showed silver shapes breaking apart, sinking into darkness, twisting. “Those fragments,” Sera said, “were absorbed by the same lunar current that feeds the Lycans.” Elise’s stomach dropped. “You’re saying—” “The ferals are not just corrupted wolves,” Sera said firmly. “They are echoes. Fractured remnants of Moonbreather souls fused with Lycan instinct.” Elise staggered back a step. “No. That’s not—” She stopped herself, swallowing hard. “That means they’re not monsters.”

For the first time in days, his wolf was still. Mira felt it too. Her breath slowed, and her shoulders loosened. They existed like that for long minutes, touch and trust filling the space between words. Then Mira whispered, “A triad like this… could change everything.” Rhett swallowed. “That’s what scares the Council. “It’s why they ban them,” she said. “Because it’s not just about desire, it’s about power.” He nodded. “Three souls. Three instincts. One unit. Nothing else can match it.”

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

I motioned for him to continue. Caius stepped forward. “For years, my father has been tracking patterns: Feral movements, anomalies, sightings. He believes their recent attack was no random resurgence.” I crossed my arms. “Ferals vanished four years ago after a brief appearance. They’ve only just returned. What patterns?” “My father believes they never left,” Caius said. “After the last Moonwhisperer’s death, they didn’t retreat into dormancy as history claims. They’ve been here all along. hiding, growing stronger, and building numbers.”

"I want to understand this world completely. All of it." He was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking my hair. "Where do you want me to start?" "Start with you. What exactly makes someone feral-blood?" His muscles tensed again, but differently this time. Less anger and more vulnerability. "Feral-bloods are created by trauma. Usually childhood trauma that breaks something fundamental inside us." "What kind of trauma?" "Abandonment. Extreme violence....like watching your family die kind of shit." His voice was carefully controlled. "The trauma has to be severe enough to shatter the normal pack bonds. Make you incapable of trusting traditional hierarchies."

“Then the altar will reject you.” “And if it doesn’t?” His voice dropped. “Then the council’s doubts will become something far more dangerous.” Her heart thudded painfully. “What’s the second trial?” Ares exhaled slowly. “The Trial of Spirit,” he said. “You will be bound within the Moon Circle. No weapons. No help. You will face what your soul fears most.” Her breath caught. “Illusions?” “Truths,” he corrected. Silence fell between them. “And the third?” she asked.

He was looking through her, past her skin, and bones, straight at something Erin couldn't see. His breathing changed and his fingers trembled against her arm. "Elder Silas?" Fear crept into Erin's voice now. "Are you okay? Should I get someone?" "Twice marked," Silas whispered. The words sent chills down Erin's spine. "What?" "Twice marked”, He repeated, his voice distant. "Chain-breaker. Threshold walker. Oh, child. The moon has plans for you." Erin's heart raced. "I don't understand. What does that…"

" Boyde's voice echoed through the dungeon. I rolled my eyes, and as I forced myself into a seated position, I could feel their eyes preying on me, waiting for my reply. I placed my hands on my pounding head; how was I going to get them out of here? We can’t escape without a plan. Blackwolf packs are very strong, and we are outnumbered, plus poorly fed and dehydrated. And they have Derek. My throat went dry. His name alone leaves a sour taste in my mouth. The previous night’s event flashed through my mind. I could not believe he left like that, and he hasn’t returned as usual to abuse me and my father and say all manner of spiteful things to me. Was he avoiding me? What was his plan for me t