Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

She felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, knowing that she had saved innocent lives from their feral clutches. Though a pang of guilt tugged at her conscience for extinguishing the lives of creatures that were once human, she reminded herself that these werewolves had been consumed by darkness and lost their humanity. They were mere vessels for destruction, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood. Beverly had seen the transformation firsthand, the loss of self and the overwhelming power that took hold of them. It was a tragedy, but she knew that she couldn't change their fate.

It was a never-ending cycle, but a necessary one for his growth, which needed to be as fast as possible for the grim future ahead. However, things were not done here… "My lord, why don't you try out a large number of souls we have gathered now that you're done with the meals?" asked Abyss. "Indeed! We gathered them for you, lord Chaos," said Belphegor. "Souls?" asked Chaos, glancing at the large phantasmal net made by ghosts, which had many souls trapped inside. "We gathered these souls outside. On this planet there are many wandering souls, mostly because the Transmigration Cycle is very far away from this planet, so its effects are lessened," said Belphegor.

As if he didn't expect them to return alive. **** That night while Crystal walked to the chambers that she was to share with two other females. A skinwalker called Isha, and a siren name Sena, who always waited until night when people are asleep to sing and try eating them. She thought about how no one was roomed with their own kind, and many had died already because of it and the conflict that they constantly had. When Crystal passed a chamber that was pitch black, she heard voices talking inside. "I can't believe these idiots are willing to betray their own families to join father." It was Erick. The other voice laughed and sounded female.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

The third wave approached causing the cry of both taking them to the highest peak and dropping them satiated and exhausted. Cristian's member came out when he lowered the knot and turned on his back looking for the air that did not reach his lungs. His companion by his side was the same although plunged into total unconsciousness. His eyes were closing little by little without being able to avoid it, the bond was complete. Now she belonged to him and he belonged to her. He was the happiest wolf in the world. ***

I answered in an almost monotonous voice. Silence took over for a moment before Morris spoke, "Don't worry about being homeschooled. Some Feralis children are also being homeschooled until they hit the right age to get accepted in the school. But that topic is for later." She paused for a second, as if preparing for a very long explanation. "The Feralis Four Godly Beasts are Faenice The Phoenix, Levio The Lion, Sierpenti The Dragon, and Lupos The Wolf. It is told that the Gods took forms like humans, but still, they have their certain features. Such as these." Morris gestured at her wings.

The old man had fallen ill after returning from a trip to earth, and even the best doctors on Mesaphina hadn't been able to save his life. "If the fisheri are killing an endemic species on a planet, that threatens the peace in a disruptive galaxy." "Were may have a live one?" Coco grinned. "A Fisheri land walker. I have him in a holding cell." "Oh yeah." Cleona launched to her feet. "Now that's what I'm talking about." Stralath raised a brow. "How do you know it's a Fisheri?"

He could only wish that things had turned out differently. The Zealots were anti-werewolf fanatics obsessed with their objective of purging the human world of feral beings; Werewolves precisely. Their "cleansing" crusade started decades ago and the zealots had succeeded in eliminating thousands of werewolves. The few that remained had formed a community and they now lived amongst humans, concealing their true identities, under the leadership of the Alpha, Roman. However, the Zealots had finally found Roman in his own home and they inflicted on him a fatal wound before he managed to get away.

I didn't want to let him go but I forced myself to, reminding my all too happy wolf that no one could be trusted. I casted a wary eye on Lucas across the room. He still hadn't gotten any clothes on and I had to keep mentally slapping myself to keep from drooling at the sheer male power he held. I decided that my wolf must be influencing my thoughts. "I still don't understand why you think we can't trust him", she grumbled. "Because we can't", I replied nonchalantly. "But why..." "Look, do you want us to get out of here alive or do you want to go back to being unconscious or worse?", I snapped. "Isn't being feral good enough for you? Do you want to get us killed?"

I shoved against his hold, body shaking, my wolf howling so loud it split my skull. “Where?” My voice was raw, cracking. “Where is she?” Marissa stepped forward, lips curling in something between triumph and madness. “She fell,” she said simply. “Into the water by the cliff.” The floor fell out of me. I didn’t wait. I didn’t even breathe. I tore free of the room, the walls of the pack house splintering as I shoved through, sprinting faster than I’d ever moved in my life. My lungs burned, my vision blurred, but I kept going, chasing the scent that had always been mine, the only anchor I had left.