Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

Pablo opened the first page and began: "For long now the day marked for the birth of the demon child has been awaited. The child will be born by whichever couple that has sex on the of Halloween. Humans think this is a day to celebrate and give candy to kids dressing in costumes. That is not the case. For this is the day that a great feast of souls is happening in the underworld. The day that destruction will come upon the face of the earth. He will rule beside his father, the devil himself, Lucifer. He will take pleasure in watching mankind suffer and feed on their souls. This is a prophecy that can never be changed. But I the maker of this journal, have found a way to avoid the prophecy fo

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

She asked. " No one is saying you are illiterate, Cara Mia. " He said. She swivelled. His amber eyes seemed to laugh at her and the smile on his face assured it. " At least, you find me entertaining." She whispered. " I didn't mean to upset you. " He said, his tone was intense. She heard him, but she couldn't make words. Abruptly something popped up on her mind, " Mate, " She whispered. " The other half of the soul. " Dylan whispered back immediately.

“Silas! Who are you to barge in? “This is my home. I can sue you for trespassing on private property!” Spotting me, Andrew shouted angrily. Not even giving him attention, I searched every room in the apartment. However, Ethan was nowhere to be found. My expression turned grim. Andrew and Crystal looked pretty smug for themselves. “I told you it’s Karma clapping back, and you won’t believe me. “Do you still think I’d keep that worthless brat in my home?” Andrew crowed. Letting out a scoff, Crystal threatened, “Wire a million bucks to Andrew and me now.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

THIRD-PERSON LIMITED Alpha Rowan did not sleep that night. The moon had barely risen above the treetops when he left the sick bay and headed toward the ancient stone circle that marked the oldest magical site in the Blood Claw territory. The air was thick with pine, frost, and the metallic tang of Milo’s blood still clinging to his memory. Every step he took felt weighted, not only with responsibility, but with fear. He had not shown Milo’s parents, but he had seen the look in the healer’s eyes. The wound was not ordinary. Something darker simmered beneath it.

"I thought I deleted that folder." We have just officially broken the Fourth Wall and entered the "Macro-Verse." The stakes are no longer planetary; they are "User-Level." The Feral Six are now physical "bugs" in the room of their creator—and they have a million souls in their pocket.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

“He still believes like an Alpha. Territory. Guards. Strength.” A soft laugh left me. “He doesn’t understand what’s coming.” Selene studied me quietly for a moment. “And do you?” The question lingered. Longer than expected. Then finally, I answered honestly. “Not completely.” That was the dangerous part. There were too many missing pieces now. Too many signs lining up exactly the way the old records warned they would. Triplets. A broken bond surviving. Ancient bloodlines awakening. Even the timing felt wrong. Or perhaps…