Male On Feral Novels & Stories

My uncle has a chosen mate and a fated mate, but not two fated mates. If I have two mates. Would they both have to mark and mate me? Would the elders put aside the laws so I could be with both of my mates, even though I am underage? Once the mate bond clicks into effect, the she-wolf goes into heat the following month, while a full moon is high in the sky. There’s just no way of knowing what could occur in the next few months. Will the connection between mates be established once Finley turns eighteen? Or can I make the most of my two years of youth I have left before accepting my fate? This is utter torture. One thing I recognize is, I’m going to stick to my word and stay with Xillon, whate

On the other hand I just don't see how his offer was connected to my problem, or how it would fix it. “Going feral is about your spirit or soul being unhinged. Unbalanced. It’s about there being a tear or split. To fix this, I’ll mark you. This will anchor your soul to mine and make you rooted to yourself and your wolf” he rumbles.

Obstacle courses. Balance drills. Everything Sam hated. Everything. By the time they finished, she was breathing heavily. Her legs burned. Her hair was a mess. And she wanted to throw something at him. Preferably a large rock. Froz looked completely unaffected. Of course he did. The man wasn’t human. Or wolf. Or anything normal. He was a machine disguised as an Alpha. “Again.” Sam stared. “What?” “The course.” “We just did it.” “Again.” “No.”

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.

Through sobs, the pup looked up at Cassian and asked gingerly, "Do you not want me anymore, Daddy? The others all laugh at me for not having a father..." His tear-streaked cheeks, marked with angry red welts, made him look heartbreakingly miserable. Cassian swept the pup into his arms at once, holding him close and patting his back with a soothing gentleness. "Nonsense! How could I ever not want you? You're my precious boy." Elara immediately moved closer, wrapping her arms around Cassian's arm. "That's enough, darling. Let's go home and continue this inside." As the three of them turned away, they looked every bit the picture of a perfect and harmonious family. And that picture felt like a

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.