Male On Feral の小説・ストーリー

I say, more worried about my daughter than myself. “He could. You’re right. But feral wolves tend to run solely on instinct. They have no humanity, no sense of right and wrong. They don’t care. They want. They take. No matter who it hurts or what it costs them. Mate bonds are more instinctual than pup bonds for feral wolves. He might not even recognize Alexandra and Cameron as his. But even with your broken bond, he could still recognize you as his.” “What did you see?” I whisper.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

He let out a roar of pure, animalistic agony. In that moment of absolute betrayal, his Alpha bloodline finally, violently, awakened. Silver claws burst from his fingertips. His canines lengthened into fangs. He threw himself at the feral horde, a beast driven mad by rage. One, two, three... Liam tore through every feral wolf that came at us, the passage running red with blood. We fought alongside him, desperately holding back the tide. Half an hour later, the last feral fell. The tunnel was silent except for our ragged breathing. Liam knelt in a pile of wolf corpses, drenched in blood that mostly wasn't his.

My fingers dipped into my slick folds, moans slipping from my lips as the characters on screen went at it like wild animals. The way they moved reminded me of something primal-feral. The way wolves mated during the full moon. My head tilted back, black hair tumbling down my back, mouth open as I gasped and whimpered, chasing that high. I was so close—so caught up in the pleasure—I didn’t hear the door creak open. Didn’t hear footsteps. Didn’t sense the presence watching me until— “Masturbating looks boring. I could help you, y’know.”

"Daddy?" my wolf asked incredulously. "W-What's that supposed to mean?" I stared blankly at the scene before me, biting my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. The sharp tang reminded me that this was no dream. But Cassian had told me that for the sake of my health, we could live without a pup. So, why was there a pup of this age calling him "Daddy"? I desperately wanted to convince myself that perhaps this was a pup Cassian had adopted out of pity. But the pup's features, which bore an undeniable resemblance to him, shattered that last, fragile hope.

"So? How does it affect me?" Lefika paused, her eyes considering me before she licked her lips. "It might be he's sex starved and if his request isn't met on time, then cadavers would litter everywhere by morning tomorrow. The king cared about his people, about every life so you must fulfil your duty tonight." I chuckled. "What about my life? If a feral beast is enraged how do a mere mortal like me pacify him?" "Sex! You give him sex my lady. I believed you knew the reason why you were brought here was to fulfill his desire at any given time."

I whisper, emboldened. "If we don't stop now, I might never be able to." He says, his words punctuated by his harsh breathing. "Then don't. I missed you too. I missed this. I...fuck...please." I bite down on my lower lip, Zane looks into my eyes and the feral hunger I see makes me temporarily scared. I have missed this. His wild passion. His insatiable lust. How much desire he could burn into my soul with his touch.

Elton couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he observed their progress. The training grounds buzzed with activity as Elton directed the werewolves through various drills and exercises. His voice echoed across the field, issuing commands and providing guidance. The werewolves listened attentively, their eyes fixed on Elton, ready to follow his instructions. Elton's keen eyes scanned the group, assessing their progress. He had dedicated himself to the task of bringing the werewolves under control, and his efforts were beginning to bear fruit. Their wild instincts were being tamed, suppressed by the firm hand of discipline but this was mostly when they were with King Rico, once they were o

All the therianthrope had been dead before the backup burst through the door. Nicklaus killed those shape shifters effortlessly, his blood shot eyes were glistening with fury... The therianthropes had been shredded into pieces under his wolf's fangs. Blood was dripping down his sharp claws and left traces all over his fur.... He looked more feral than ever, a mystical creature that had been living on the earth since Millennia.. He shifted back to his human form once he was sure the Skin walkers were dead but his eyes were still bloodshot. The rest also shifted Into their human form...

By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling.