Novel Fergus Novels & Stories

Will Sir Russ now take over? To find the answers to your questions keep and eye out for book 2 - From Legends to Life

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.

His slender fingers wrap around my wrist. “I…” he stutters before he finally calms himself down, taking his hands back. “What do you mean by let’s hope it stays for a long time?” I try to distract him by talking, and watch how his eyes immediately zero in on my lips. “There’s been some news from the South… hunters, creeping in on villages and cohabiting towns. They blend in as one of the humans and have been picking small packs off.”

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.

"I thought I deleted that folder." We have just officially broken the Fourth Wall and entered the "Macro-Verse." The stakes are no longer planetary; they are "User-Level." The Feral Six are now physical "bugs" in the room of their creator—and they have a million souls in their pocket.

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.

Just when the door clicked, it slammed open and banged loudly against the wall. I let out a thunderous growl before turning with godspeed, ready to give that woman who dares defile me a piece of my f*cking mind. "That's the 23rd woman this month, I believe, your highness," I stopped in my tracks just in time before I could rip the throat out of the intruder, and saw that it was Fergus my butler. His shoulder length-blonde hair was tucked neatly behind his ears and styled to prefection. With striking blue eyes and a body of a strong warrior, he was looked up to by everyone just as though he is royalty.