Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

"Please calm down, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. Cassidy always wanted this targeted drug developed. It was her dying wish. She'd be thrilled if she knew we succeeded!" How dare he use my name? I couldn't help but tighten my fists. Clearly, Miles had no idea that I was back, much less that I was watching him put on such a shameless, scheming act. Pah! Dying wish, my foot! He was just making use of my parents' love for me and squeezing out every last drop of value from my name. But in his eyes, I was already dead. So what he was doing was essentially using a dead person's name to extort money from my parents.

“What?” “Not forever,” she muttered, already backing toward the hall. “Just a few hours. Maybe the night.” “Why?” Sevrin asked flatly. “Because I have… books.” Her voice dropped into something suspiciously close to a whisper. “Books I’m not supposed to have.” Daxos arched a brow. Nyra gave him a pointed look. “The Council burned every archive that had information on soul severing. Forbidden bonds. Prophecies tied to rebirth and magical inheritance. But before they did, I—may have—taken a few things.”

It makes them feral. That is why the song I used should have been forgotten, but it never will be. I am a monster. The sooner they realise that, the better. “Your bond to me is more powerful than of any mate bond. Those connections will have started to be severed the moment I called you home. Where were you, Perla, when our people were starved and slaughtered? You were living your dream with your mate, you turned your back on us. Not anymore. I have a mission for you, Perla.” I chuckle darkly as she straightens up, her true nature taking hold once more. I see it in her eyes.

I felt like I wanted to die. My cousin was the living version of a witch. She was cruel, manipulative, and vicious. Yet despite all of that, she has a literal dream life. Parents that care about her, friends, a fated mate, and my mother’s jewelry. I could feel the sobs rising in me that refused to be stamped down. I tried deep breathing to calm myself, but nothing was helping. I don’t want to live anymore. I have no future. The Moon Goddess has forsaken me. My parents died in this very park so it would be fitting if I did as well.

“He survived it. He survived her. He survived the fact that you let this happen under your watch—and now you want to punish him for breathing?” Silence. Then the twin on the right leaned forward, dark eyes trained on us like he’d been waiting for the chance to speak. “I don’t see the point in punishing someone for staying alive,” he said, voice smooth, expression tight. “He was stalked. Drugged. Targeted. Set up by his own mate. Just because a rejected mate went feral doesn’t mean Mr Adams should carry her crimes.” He turned to his brother, then flicked a glance at the councilwoman beside them. Smirked. The kind of grin that could talk people out of secrets or into bed.

“Do you know what that means? Abby. It means Trevor Coleman is coming for you. We’re going to have a big family reunion very soon.” I wanted to say something smug, but I felt a knot tighten In my stomach as I remembered what my mom said earlier. “This place is impenetrable.” if Trevor came here to rescue me, it would be nothing more than a suicide mission. “Don't worry, Abby,” Mr. Gordon grinned. “I won't harm anyone who comes here to rescue you. All your friends would return to their normal lives after the blood moon. I might even let your mom go. But you. You have to die for the greater good.”

“She’s Callum’s girlfriend.” Floyd blinked, then gave a low laugh. “Biggest plot twist. Bravo, Moon Goddess.” He leaned forward, tapping Rowan’s book. “What you got there?” “Vampires.” “Really?” He raised a brow. “You should be reading up on your own bloodline. The Moonglade, the Bloodfangs… that stuff.” Rowan narrowed his eyes. “The Bloodfangs?” Floyd didn't look up from his book. “Mhm.”

Fading like ash scattered by the wind. “No…” I stumbled forward, reaching out instinctively, my hands grasping at nothing. “No, no, no—” “Fenris was sacrificed,” Selene said quietly. “His soul used to pull you back from the abyss. To awaken within you the power to command the broken, to tame the feral. It was the only way to create the Rogue Sovereign.” I dropped to my knees, the weight of her words crushing me.

Despite the psychic shock of the manifest—the haunting proof that our lives had been curated by the Architects long before we were born—the survival of the pack demanded immediate, physical action. Grief and confusion were luxuries we could no longer afford. Fenris and his broken, vengeful army of Ferals were still stalking the Ravines of Sighs, their hunger for our "Shining hearts" only sharpened by their recent defeat. Above us, the sky remained a terrifying, open window, a vast blue eye through which the Architects’ orbital scanners could pinpoint the anomaly of our existence at any moment.

Below us, the valleys were choked with the grey-white fog of a winter that refused to end, and through that fog, I could hear the rhythmic, terrifying thunder of Ten Thousand Paws. The High Council hadn't sent soldiers in suits. They had unleashed the Feral-Sins—the wolves who had been stripped of their humanity centuries ago, kept in the dark of the West’s dungeons, fed only on the blood of their own kin. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my Sunset-Gold Fire rolling off my skin in waves of heat that melted the permafrost beneath my feet. My claws, elongated and obsidian-sharp, twitched with a hunger I hadn't felt since the first night I shifted in the Square.