Male On Feral Novels & Stories

My hands and arms are growing fur, my fingers forming claws. Abby grabs me. “Get away from the dining area, come on!” “What's happening to me,’ I growl. “I don't know babe, but you have to try to stop it, it's against the rules.” We're in a clearing next to the quad, and the crowd has moved to watch us. I see phones up. “Cameras,” I manage to growl, then I bend over and howl as pain racks my body and my clothing starts to tear.

Heat crept up his face in embarrassment. “Relax. Wow, I never thought a human would actually experience that.” “Well, it happened, and I need to know what the hell it means.” Eric exhaled, then leaned forward. “Alright, listen carefully. A rut is something Lycans and werewolves go through—it’s an intense, primal need for their mate. Usually, it only happens to us, but since you’re bonded to Lucian, your body is reacting to him, even though you’re human. I think the mating bond is changing you.”

Hearing Max's idea just made me reluctant to do it. "Are you sure?" I asked as I slashed the neck of one Feral. Their body fluid, which resembled blood but was black, seemed to spurt in all directions, hitting my face and clothes. An unbearable, rancid smell began to waft everywhere. "Remember, there are two women who will witness how tough we are as men, Max! What will they say if we give up and run for our lives against this thing?" The man chuckled at my answer. "You're right. I almost forgot." He seemed to grab one Feral that hadn't fallen despite his sharp nails, so he looked annoyed and pulled the creature with both hands until he split it in two.

-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.

His jaws buckled, his eyes becoming guarded as the look of bitterness returned. "Do you really think I would accept you as my mate?" He growled. I had expected his voice to be cruel, but there was no trace of anything harsh enough to terrify me. It would have been better if I had been terrified; maybe it would shake me back to reality and make me realize that the man in front of me didn’t only destroy my park and kill my father but also cause Mel’s death and that my remaining pack members are locked up too. I don’t even know his plans for me yet, but I am not terrified.

His eyes glowed, molten gold with streaks of black threading through. A Lycan. The rarest, deadliest form of wolf. The air itself seemed to bow under his power. Wolves around us lowered their heads, some whimpering, their alpha’s true form unleashed. Even Adam, his Beta, stood stiff, pale, trying not to look directly at him. And me? I couldn’t breathe. Brock’s beast turned toward me, gaze burning. For a moment I thought he’d lost control, that I was next. But then — his massive form lowered, his claws retracting slightly as he stalked closer, every line of his body trembling with restraint.

Wait, why does she want to meet her? “Let me guess, she is a werewolf too?” “You guessed right. A very beautiful she wolf” “So, what happens when a wolf is unable to mark their mate after meeting her?” she asked one of the numerous questions in her mind. “Most times, they go feral as in berserk, especially if it's on a full moon like this when they experience heat.” “That’s terrible.” She couldn't help but feel sorry for them. “But how does a wolf recognize his mate? It's not written on the forehead like “hello, I am your mate” Natalie again questioned.

He breathed heavily for a while before relaxing and then a slow smile spread on his red stained lips as shadows moved around him like obedient puppies waiting for their master’s instructions. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. My dear Kayla, I should have known that you are too strong to be rattled by just a minor threat. In fact, your power and strong character were the traits that caught my attention in the first place. You are making me more and more interested in you now…” He turned away from the moonlight, blending into the darkness once more. He smirked as he thought of the beautiful Kayla Xanders, the Feral Assassin, the only wolf in history to have ever mana

Are you willing to be so blind to this that you won't notice what's right in front of. *You thought the mate bond with Gavin was the real thing! What makes you think...* *It's because I now know that Gavin's was fake that I can tell Lucas is our real mate!* *That's a lie! You'd say that because you just want a mate! You're...* *Don't forget I was there with you, Adrienne.* Snow's voice had turned cold, no longer the soothing one she had used before. *I'm feral now because of what happened. You're not the only one that suffered.*

He smiled and it took her breath. " How? I think now I know who you're, you can tell me. " She said. She kept the distance. " You are my mate, my other half. There's a connection between us, mate-bond. You must have felt it. " He glanced at her. " Attraction, " She whispered. " It's a wolf thing. A male wolf claimed his other half, the female wolf. " He said. "But I'm human, only human. " She slightly shrugged her one shoulder.