Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

But the worst of it was in my lungs. I kept my head bowed, eyes fixed on the stone floor, because if I lifted them too soon, I knew exactly what I’d see. Santiago. Bloody. Broken. Dragged in like a trophy. And Callie watching it happen. I didn’t trust myself to witness that again without losing control completely. My wolf was already close to the edge. He surged every time the wards hummed louder, hackles raised, teeth bared, instincts screaming at him to fight, to kill, to protect. But he was learning the same lesson I was.

"That's impossible." "Apparently not." Clara's voice was grim. "Theron, have you heard of anything like this?" Theron looked troubled. "There are legends. Ancient ones. About the Soulless — wolves who gave up their spirits to gain immortality. But they were supposed to be extinct." "Apparently not." Clara stood. "Elias, Ronan, you're with me. We're going south." The journey took three days. The southern territories were lush and warm, a stark contrast to the frozen wastes Elias had faced years ago. But the beauty was deceptive. Everywhere they went, they found signs of the Soulless — abandoned packs, empty villages, wolves who had simply vanished.

“I’m here now. I'm here.” She shook her head. “No. You're not here.” Iris stood up, dragging myself up with her. “We’re going to the healing quarters and don't even think of Vesper. I swear on my life that he will not lay a hand on you. I have a tonic that might help you get some much-needed sleep,” she explained, and all I could do was nod. Was this how it ended? The Quinn Feywin was going to go down in history as the mad breeder. Or maybe none of this was real? Maybe my body was somewhere safe in Evenmoor and all of this madness was just something my mind had cooked up.

They leave the facility at ten and they drive back toward the staging location through the pine forest in the dark and Tara sits beside Arden in the vehicle's back seat and the third notebook is open on her knee and she is writing by the vehicle's reading light with the fast shorthand that means she is capturing something before the specificity fades. "Three cases in Utah," Arden says quietly, so only she hears it. "Three cases," she confirms. "Two children with dual-signature presentations and an adult woman with partial soul-extraction indicators." "The Blood Storm reached the region," he says. "The Blood Storm reached the region," she confirms. "The overflow from the extraction that put a

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

Viggo mumbled. He recalled how the Duncan had made a bet with him, giving Felix a full ten years to reach enlightenment, implying that any progress within that window would already be extraordinary. And yet, Felix had accomplished something unimaginable in just over a year. "I just hope you can hold on... The Etherstorm targets the soul. One misstep, and you're dust." Beneath Trinity Falls, Felix looked up at the strange black clouds swirling in the sky, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The storm had appeared out of nowhere, without the slightest warning.

As we look to the future, there’s a sense of anticipation and excitement, knowing that we have the strength and the unity to face whatever comes next. ••• The sky above is a soft, pale blue, hinting at the promise of a clear and peaceful day. As the pack returns to their territory, the familiar landscape, once marred by the scars of battle, now stretches out before us like a canvas waiting to be painted anew. The remnants of the conflict are still visible—broken trees, damaged structures, and the occasional scarred earth. But despite these signs of destruction, there is an undeniable sense of hope and anticipation that fills the air.

What matters is that we are together and that I can keep you safe. He didn’t exactly answer her. She took a deep breath and forced herself to turn her head and look at the ancients who had merged with her. Sandu, Andor and Gary. These men were bound to Fero soul to soul. They had tied themselves together, along with Andor’s lifemate, Lorraine, and the bond would hold until all of them had lifemates. Only then would they be able to break those ties. What happened to one happened to all of them. Now, she was a part of that brotherhood. It was very difficult to look at the three men without the bars of a cage between her and them. The open space made her feel vulnerable but it helped that she c

The Goddess paired them together because they could truly understand and support what their mate had gone through. “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” is book three in the Fated Series, which is currently up now! It follows Kade, Elle, Dante, and Ziyah as we round out dealing with the Darkies and developing the Supernatural Council. It crosses over with “Design of Fate” – Book Two of the Dark Moon Series. That one follows Jackson and Imeela as we round out Brynn’s Vessel prophecy. Thank you, Shana Allen The current and upcoming books include: