Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

If the mate dies, the Alpha loses his soul and enters a 'Feral State', a madness from which there is no return. “Once. Only once,” I breathed. I felt a deep pity for Alexander, the writer. He was the only one to ever endure such a fragile bond. But as I looked at that torn scrap of paper again, the one mentioning a human mate stopping a reincarnation, a terrifying thought took root. If it only happened once... why did it feel like this book was waiting specifically for someone.

Sốphận, the game Jake claimed had stolen his father’s soul, the game he was hoping to destroy to release it. I failed Jake that night. I could’ve helped him. Could’ve done something, at least. Instead I ran. So it’s time to belly up to the bar for one last drink. Time to face the proverbial music, because I lost something that night, too. I’m not sure how, but when Jake disappeared I think a little bit of my soul got sucked away with him, either because of something mystical, or because I’d traded a piece of it away in my selfish escape. I don’t know how the box made it back to me. Regardless, after all these years it’s finally time to play the game. And if I win, if I wipe the slate clean,

-Ferals- Feral is a term used in this book for half-human-half-animal living beings. They don’t seek royal blood for it gives them no powers at all. It is up to them, if they want to work for the vampires or werewolves or if they want to be protectors of the Royal blood. They are not as powerful as the others, however, if taken under the wings of royal blood they do become useful tools and become more powerful.

Tristan immediately asked. “I am… the Soul Ferryman. Tristan Coleman, you have done a lot of evil things in life, bullying men and women. You’ve caused a lot of resentment in many people. Three hundred women and children have approached me, and they pleaded with me to send you down to Avicii and receive judgment from the king of hell. Now, I’ve accepted the tributes from those three hundred women and children, and I’m here to personally arrest you. Come with me and report yourself to the netherworld, won’t you?” Alex deliberately spoke in a coarse voice as he said those nonsensical things.

Summer paced back and forth in front of the Wilson's secret hideout. The sun outside had begun to set sending an eery red glow across the entire area, fitting given that there was a chance that blood would be spilt this evening. It was almost like a vivid premonition of what was to come. Reggie, Taylor, Vincent, and Theresa had needed to prepare themselves for Asher's rescue mission, leaving Summer all alone waiting. Even though she was anxious to get Asher back, Summer just couldn't stop the feeling of foreboding that she was feeling.

The power of the divines had always held a mysticism that no one could fathom to understand. The true workings of the Goddess were unbeknownst to all but herself, she worked in mysterious ways. Reincarnation was common within their world. Souls that passed on and then were re-born again and again. Adelaide had always had an aptitude for souls throughout her life. Conduits always showed a flair of a gift from a young age. It was why she no longer held any connection to the pack. The tearing of her mother and siblings’ souls had been magnified with her gift, it was what crippled her beast, and had turned her feral.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as Kai prowled closer, his boots thudding softly against the stone. The air thickened with their combined scents, Thorne's earthy dominance mingling with Kai's sharper, wild edge like storm winds rolling through the pines. My body betrayed me, nipples hardening under their stares, a slick warmth gathering between my legs. I was an omega, wired to submit, to crave the claiming that would mark me for the pack.

“This isn’t about want. It’s about survival.” I stumbled toward the door. My legs barely held me, my wolf still weak from the ordeal, but I had to get out. I couldn’t stay here. I wouldn’t. I didn’t care how close to death I had been. I’d rather face the streets than be trapped in… this. “You’re really going to try that?” His voice was low now, and I could feel the sharpness behind it. “You’ll die if you leave. You’ve already broken a bond once, do you want to try it a second time?”

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.