Feral Vegeta Novels & Stories

They weren’t human. “Who are you?” I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper. His gaze stayed locked on mine. He didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate as his lips parted. “Lucian Calder,” he said, slowly like he wasn’t sure to tell me. I gripped my hands into fists, forcing myself to breathe, but my chest felt too tight. “Why am I here?” My voice cracked. “Why have you kidnap me? I—I have nothing to give—”

ISBERLT. My eyes go wide as I stare down at my ripped gown, then back into the eyes of the feral alpha that stands before me. "Kneel!" He growls, his eyes turning a darker hue, and without having to be told twice; I go down on my knees before him, my eyes trapped on the smooth tiles that rest beneath the skin of my knees, and my hands on my bent lap; clenching my torn dress to my body so I'm not flashing my naked body to him.

Vera asked softly. "Everybody. The pack. The laws. Basic biology.." Vera scoffed. "Those laws were written by fools who didn’t know better. And biology? Child, you're eighteen. Some wolves don't shift until twenty. Some never shift and live full, powerful lives. The moon marks us all differently." "But the ceremony..” "It is in three days. I know." Vera took a sip from her cup and set it down. She reached for a basket on the shelf and began to sort through the dried plants. “Tell me what you're really afraid of."

Not talking to my parents either, and instead silently grieving. “What about the ferals?” “As soon as you severed her power, they dropped off and fled. Like headless chickens, they just stopped fighting, stopped acting as a hive mind, and dispersed in all directions. The packs chased a lot down and managed to wipe out a few hundred, but a large amount still escaped.” Kaelin’s voice is laced with groggy huskiness, hinting he’s exhausted, and I can make out the dark circles under his eyes that tell me he hasn’t slept. Instinctively, my fingers trace out his jawline and across his cheek.

“She knows everything now just like you wanted. Now fix the mess you made.” Fix it? He was speaking as though we hadn’t shared a moment last night. Or was that all in my head? Something painfully small fluttered in my chest, but I ignored it the best I could. Breeders were not allowed to have feelings, so I had come to learn ever since I arrived here. Iris folded her arms across her chest. “Like you wouldn’t have done it yourself if I hadn’t beaten you to it. Be the Alpha you were raised to be, and you will fix it. Whatever it is you claim needs to be fixed.”

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.

The massive figure looms over the camp, its sheer size and strength making it a formidable opponent. “Cheryl!” I roar, my voice echoing in the chaos. My heart pounds as I catch a glimpse of her, her face a mask of fear and determination. She’s surrounded by pack members, their faces reflecting the same mix of fear and resolve. The creature’s eyes lock onto Cheryl, and I can see the dark intent behind them. It’s clear that it sees her as the key—the focal point of the prophecy. I push forward through the melee, my wolf form allowing me to move with incredible speed and agility.

“Hm…” Feral groaned slightly as he stirred and on opening his eyes saw a white and gold panda with a pair of red jewel eyes cuddling right on top of him. Instantly reacting, Feral flipped the guardian away before stumbling up to a fighting stance as he vigilantly glared. Just then, Genad came in holding a bowl and raised a brow at the protective stance Feral had taken. Was he frightened? How cute. /Awemeter increased to 72%/

"For your Mom?" "She's not my mother," Callum cut in, his tone acerbic. He looked away and Selena watched the rise and fall of his chest as he took in a deep breath. His mother whom he'd never even actually met. His mother who had abandoned them. That mother? "His Luna" he corrected her. "He went out in search of his long-lost Luna and he got ambushed by the Bloodfangs–" Selena gasped. "-But thanks to Vesper, we were there right on time before things could get out of hand"

“Which is…in my opinion, even more suspicious than if there were.” “Why is that?” Merari asked. “Feral’s are called feral for a reason,” said Valene impatiently. “They’re mindless and they’re utterly controlled by their appetite for whatever they have a taste for. You of all people should know that.” there was obvious bitterness in her voice as she said this. Merari, instead of responding to her daughter, shifted her gaze, took a deep breath and looked at me. I could tell that she was upset by Valene’s harshness toward her. She was trying to tread lightly.