Novel Fergus Novels & Stories

Just as he was heaving the heavy thick wooden door closed, a pair of hands pulled it back open. There before him stood the reason for so many things. This battle. Sheiria's fatal wound. The reason that their son had been spirited away by his most trusted captain and the boy's nursemaid. Ragar was an ugly man. In both mind, heart and appearance. Unkept, wild, knotted hair. A mouth full of rotting teeth. A demeanor of cruelty and greed. The only thing about the man that resembled health was his rounded belly, suggesting a habit of over-eating and over-indulgence.

Andrew wheezed out. Even when his face turned beet-red as I squeezed the air out of him, his eyes were filled with defiance. I tightened my hold on him. Wincing in agony, Andrew smacked my arm desperately. A crowd had gathered at this point. “Talk about brazen. Is he seriously committing murder right in front of the police station?” “Why does the guy look familiar? I can’t put my finger on it.” “Isn’t he a psycho running around with a knife?” …

I’m sure Neil is, as well. As we walk toward Fergus Green, his eyes are fixed on me and me alone. He’s looking me up and down, like he’s evaluating every aspect of my appearance and demeanor on some kind of chart inside of his head. He doesn’t look very impressed. That’s fine, because to me he looks just as cold and arrogant and phony-genteel as his son. I refuse to drop his gaze, stubbornly staring straight back at him without a hint of remorse. “So this is the little arsonist,” Fergus says.

Fergus also heard what the person outside the door said. Indeed, just as Heathcliffe said, those had guys failed. Even though Mia was a little late, she still arrived on Planet Boundless. However, Fergus did not know if she came by herself or with her savior. ‘If she’s here with her savior…’ An intense murderous intent overflowed from Fergus’ eyes. He had been preparing for this plan for a long time. He thought he would definitely succeed, but he didn’t expect something like this to happen.

"Sir Fergus was a good man, Milord. He did not have many enemies as far I remember. I have never seen him even raise his voice against anyone unnecessarily, except for a few times." "And, when might they be?" Eldrick interrupted him suddenly, and Ravi was rendered speechless momentarily. He cleared his throat in awkwardness, realizing what he had done. "Sir Fergus only lost his cool when the goods did not arrive on time. Other than that, the only two times I know about were when he found one of the men who was supposed to marry his friend's daughter visiting a brothel at night." "How do you know about it?" Eldrick stooped him again.

It's going to be alright," He assured and clasped a hand around his shoulder. He offered him a cup of tea, but Rafa rejected it. Creiff tried to keep him occupied with small talks which didn't last long as a few minutes later, a portal opened before their eyes, and Fergus walked into his kitchen. The man looked exhausted and worn out, he removed his leather jacket, tossing it to the side, with a smirk. "Where is the fire, my friend?" Fergus asked, strolling over to the fridge. He started rummaging around inside and pulled out a glass, filling it up with water. He placed the glass in front of the Alpha and took out a bottle from his bag, pouring its content into the glass, the water changed i

Yet at the same time, the air felt familiar, as if I had glided across this very same sky before. And it felt just right. It did not take too long for us to land at the port. Some people noticed us, or Morris, rather, and greeted her, even giving her some fruits and bread. She seemed well-known around. While looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, I noticed that we were only some Feralis who had black wings and hair, and green eyes like us. Most of their wings' colors were, well, anything except black. I even saw a woman with wings the color of a rainbow and gawked at them out of envy.

Everyone here believes that I am a cousin of Andre and Ophelia, and that I lost my parents during the plague, which isn’t a complete lie. Sage was one of my first friends here. I was the awkward new girl who moved here during the peak of the plague. I was distraught from losing my mother, being separated from my sisters and father. I didn’t know who to trust. Sage sat next to me my first day of school here and immediately started talking to me about unicorns being real. I didn’t even spare her a glance, but she kept talking for a solid 3 minutes about the possibility of unicorns being real.

"They have the Great Archive. They know things about our biology that even Silas Vane didn't. They’re going to try to turn us against each other, Elara. They'll use the Fire to melt the Ice." "Let them try," Elara said. "They don't know what it’s like to be a pack that chose each other. They only know the blood they were born with." The Approach to Bergen On the fourth day, the jagged, snow-capped fjords of Norway appeared on the horizon. The sky was a bruised charcoal gray, and the water was filled with "Ghost-Ice"—large, translucent bergs that seemed to move against the current. "Rhys, report," Elara said, stepping onto the bridge.

She nodded. It was peaceful for her to have breakfast with her new family. But it didn't last long as she had expected it. Kerry wasn't present in the dining hall; she was relieved, but she couldn't ignore her. Soon she was going to face her and was going to tell the reason for her problem, maybe she could tell her future according to Penelope. But werewolves could smell some spiritual part in her which was the strangest thing ever happened to her. She didn't know what would be the answer to her question. She was anxious about it.