Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

​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.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

Victor looked back at the valley. Thousands of Ferals were screaming. They weren't wolves anymore. They were piles of black, weeping ink, trying to crawl onto the shimmering path of light Elodie was projecting from her chest. Every time a Feral touched the bridge, the light hissed. The creature would blacken, its weight dragging it down into the vacuum of the dying Earth.

Said Hecate. Then Selene said, “But when we put Alonso’s on, you bonded with him immediately. We thought that with that, we were ready. However, to our surprise, in the pond of souls, there were some souls who had also rejected the mates that we had destined for them. Sokaris was one of those souls. We thought he was dead, and that’s why his soul was wandering in the pond. Until we put yours. He bonded with you immediately.” “And we knew he was alive, waiting for you. Then, a third soul joined yours, like the poles of a magnet... We know who he is, but he must find you. It is important for your future.”

A/N: And at last, we meet the end of the second world! Who is this mysterious figure who calls himself Zero? How does he know about the Bureau and Dina? What problems is he formulating for the future? Will Paws, Zillah, and Feral’s parents find out the truth about Feral’s death from the dragon god or will the Bureau stop them? These are mysteries to be found out as you go on! I literally can’t wait to begin the third word considering how am done plotting it and I promise, unlike the first two worlds, world three will be short with a maximum of twenty-something chapters!

Fell to the floor. We were still connected. We were both dying. Reya must perform the forbidden ritual. A severing of the soul. Her wolf fights it. Her body breaks. On the other side of the continent, Tristan collapses. The bond is about to snap… and with it, something ancient wakes

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

Even with their unannounced appearance, Marcellus knew wherever the souls of the fallen went, evil, darkness and destruction followed. Neither could he seem to be able to tame the restleness that had begun to rise inside of him at their meaningless revelation—but the three souls of the fallen were meant to be taken serious. They were the darker version of the fates; one seeing the past, one, the present and one, the future. He felt this same feeling at his dome, now it was time to take matters seriously and find the meaning to those words. ★★★★ Lyra awoke with a massive headache, what on earth was going on?! Something was happening to her, something strange was going on bit she couldn't seem

Ethan's life hung in the balance, his very existence teetering on the precipice of annihilation, and Conard vowed to unleash the full fury of his wrath upon the monstrous entity that threatened his fallen comrade. Lady Susan, a member of the Werewolf God Destroyer, and her loyal companion, Ryan, stood at the precipice of a new adventure. Their mission was clear: to find the remaining three God Supreme souls, scattered across the vast expanse of existence. With no werewolf wielder to guide them, their path was uncertain, yet their resolve was unwavering. Lady Susan and Ryan, the valiant duo of the Werewolf God Destroyer, embarked on a perilous quest to gather the scattered fragments of the Go

My massive frame sliced through the thorn-choked woods like a silent, vengeful phantom, my long, curved obsidian claws fully extended and dripping with the dark fluid of a feral scout I had slaughtered miles back. "Three more ferals are slipping through the eastern ravine right now," Jax warned, his mental voice cutting through the rush of the wind. "They aren't scavenging, Xavier. They’re hunting in a tight pack formation. They’re tracking a straight line toward the Winslow estate."