Novel & Cerita Feral Souls Trilogy

" Fang said nothing more. He kept looking at the sky with a build up anxiety. She had to pass through all otherwise it was all pointless. Aware of the treacherous nature of this one-way road to hidden paradise, she dragged herself toward the final burning membrane. Several beasts in the vicinity starting howling. As she moved closer, her soul started fading even faster, just like a wisp of smoke. The torment, the pain, the helplessness, the heat, everything was being incinerated into her soul. Yet, she kept moving forward. "I remember something!" Fang uttered with teary eyes, "I remember a verse that I read a long time ago..." "..." Creed said nothing, just kept gazing at her. "From the very

“Draven.” He’s at my side instantly. “What.” “There’s, three,” I say. He goes pale. “Twins.” “Triplets,” the High Priestess whispers. “The Hollow blood, it, it multiplies, it was in the witch’s notes, I thought it was myth.” Three babies. Three heirs. Three targets. The phone rings. The ferals watch. The humans watch. Caiden’s bleeding out. Draven’s holding me up. And somewhere, in the dead marsh, something else howls.

Merilyn nodded, eyes filled with a haunted sadness. "And do you know the most tragic part?" Her voice was raw now. "Our souls are...everything. The very essence of our being. They ground us, keep our beasts in check, maintain our sanity, and so much more. A bond is an intertwining of souls. without a soul, one has no hope of ever finding a bondmate. No hope of ever knowing that connection. One would never recognize their Soulbond even if she miraculously appeared, and worst of all…” Merilyn stopped, fresh tears trailing down her chin. “Without a soul, one will go feral eventually. There is no stopping it. It is only a matter of time."

But I force myself to finish the chapter: "The perpetrator's fate was sealed that same night. It is widely believed that as divine retribution for his heinous act, the gods stripped him of his humanity, cursing him to become Feral. Some scholars argue that he may have descended into madness before committing the atrocity, but this is a minority view. The prevailing theory is that his actions led to his curse." "Almost a century later, Dominicus Amadeus still lives, now known only as the Feral Alpha. It is speculated that the gods cursed him with longevity, forcing him to relive his crime for eternity. He now exists as a rabid animal, a cautionary tale of the consequences of unchecked power a

So we’re keeping him as invisible as possible. And the fact that an entire supernatural army can blend in with the dead? Tells you just how many people are dying every damn second. …Damn. That’s dark. Moving on. Peeking around Cerberus’s paw, I can see the judgment zones. The Fields of Punishment. The Asphodel Meadows. Elysium. And beyond them, Lucifer’s army. They’re scattered—training, lounging, completely unprepared for what’s coming. I send a quick mindlink to my dads and Chris.

Leo noticed a frown from Celeste. “You weren’t right about consistently evil souls,” she pointed out quietly to Nocturne. “I’ve worked as part of the hallowed trio for longer than you, I know more things. Those who have repeatedly sinned throughout all their lives have their souls cast out into the wilderness. I sometimes think about those souls when I look out your window.” “I’ve never heard that one before,” he said with a look of confusion. “Are you sure?” “I’ve been the archangel for seven years,” she reminded him.

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…

Where the Watcher bloodline, whose purpose was to interface with the system beneath the covenant, had found something that felt like recognition rather than destruction. The Void as the boundary. The Ground pressing against the network's underside, and the Void as the place you ended up when you fell through the network's edge. "The Feral wolves," I said. "In the Old Growth. The ones who go in and don't survive. Are they reaching the Void."

She gazed up at him with a look so full of confusion and vulnerability that it took everything for him to not just throw her over his shoulder and leave with her right then. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her to him, letting her feel everything he felt towards her right now. Not just how much he needed her, but how much he wanted to care for her, protect her, make sure not a single damn bad thing on this earth could happen her. Hell, even love her, despite his long-seated apathy towards any who were not his kin. But she would be kin, eventually. Over time, the darkness would change her, and she would become 'Shadowsouled' just like them. That was how the permanent b

“With it, we can find the reincarnated soul girl’s rough location. “With these two babies and the Leere Soul-Detection Compass, we can find Waitara’s Soremsia’s rough location.” Upon hearing that, Yaretzi and Youcef exchanged glances before nodding excitedly. “If it’s true, we can break the Leere Tribulation,” Youcef said. “Not only that,” Yaretzi frowned. “The Leere Tribulation might not even happen. This is the best outcome for the Haleth Realm.” With a serious expression, Thea nodded.