Feral Vegeta 소설 & 이야기

Five years in a vegetative state had left my muscles atrophied, my reactions dull. The dagger sliced my arm. The crowd surged, and Miller yelled, trying to push them back. But even the FBI could barely contain the furious mob. "Devil! My son was only twenty-five! He was loyal, and you had him burned alive..." "My son didn't have any psychological problems. He guarded you for two years, then suddenly he jumped off a building." "You've dragged the Corleone family's honor through the mud! You belong in hell!"

I know something is there though. “How many Terra?” “Just one.” I shift and allow Terra control. She flies above the trees and spots someone. They notice us but a bit to late. Terra swoops down and grabs the guy with her teeth. He screams in pain as she has him locked in her jaws. Dad and uncle Mark are rushing towards me as we fly closer, dropping the man near them.

‘Pathetic…’ Sathe closed his eyes as his control slowly slipped from his grasp. He could feel as his eyes changed colour, and feel as fur covered his arms. His claws came forth next, unintentionally sinking into Verya’s thighs. “Owe…Sathe…what’s tha…?” She looked down at his arm, eyes widening when she saw what was happening. “N-No…Sathe you can~” “Verya!” Both Sathe and Verya turned to stare at the creature who called out. It landed behind them, and Sathe growled as he turned around to look at it. It was a fae, yes, but it was a child.

and he grabbed the man, "Are you mad!? You can't gas the King-Cougar, you will only succeed in waking it up! Are you insane!?" "I don't understand you, Cronus. You were the one nagging me to gas him, now I wanna do it, and you're holding me back?" Beloca's voice dripped with irritation. "That was BEFORE he took this form, dammit! That is his feral form! I don't know if you know what that word is, but in our world, it's a word to fear! As a feral form, it has absolutely no control. It only tastes for blood and death and will stop at NOTHING until it kills us!" Cronus whisper-screamed emphatically.

“And I appreciate that. More than you know. But I need you to understand just how bad this is. The rogues in there… they’re not like the ones we usually deal with. They’re feral. They enjoy the killing.” “Doesn’t matter, Alpha,” another warrior, Rhys, stated simply. “If the Luna needs those herbs, we get them. End of story.” I looked at their determined faces. There was no hesitation, no fear that they would show me. Only resolve. They were ready.

From what he could see, he was able to deduce that it was a footage taken from their mansion the previous night. "The Pentagon finally attacked", John Hayford muttered, anger evident in his voice. "They were surely disappointed to have found the house empty." From the footage, Adrian was able to recognize the seer, alpha of the northern pack and the grand alpha. Was it just three of them? Where were the others? They all watched how Calvin singlehandedly defeated the ten zealots that was left to watch the house all by himself. The zealots were awed by his immense speed and strength.

My eyes lock onto the center of the group, where a man is dragging Diana towards an open car door. Even from this distance, I can see the tear tracks on her face, the fear in her eyes. Something in me snaps. The thin veneer of humanity I've maintained for the past few months cracks and falls away. The feral beast that Diana had so carefully tamed without even knowing, surges to the forefront, howling for blood. I am no longer Dominicus, the man whose sanity has been brought under control. I am the Feral Alpha once more, and these men - these insects who dare to touch my mate - will pay dearly for their transgression.

“Did the vetala make her immune to the peanut allergy or simply delay her anaphylactic shock reaction?” “Apparently, it cured her of the allergy. Not only was there no delayed reaction to the peanuts later, but the woman now craves them, and can apparently indulge in them safely now.” “Weird.” “Indeed.” “Vetala are strange,” Savitri said. “But they do kill a lot of people before they are stopped. You must stop this one.” “We will,” X said. “That’s the job.” “What do we do next?” I asked. “What’s the plan?”

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

“I brought my mate.” Murmurs erupted. “A human cannot be Luna,” another elder snapped. “The land will reject her.” “She carries no wolf,” said a third. “No lineage.” Ares smiled. It was not kind. “You presume too much,” he said. Varrek narrowed his eyes. “Is it true the bond is feral?” The chamber stilled. Ares’s silence was answer enough. Several alphas shifted uneasily. “That kind of bond has not existed for centuries,” Varrek pressed. “It is unstable. Dangerous. You risk losing control.”