Novel Fergus Novels & Stories

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.*

Atticus said. With his request met, Fergus joyfully hung up the phone. Yet, his inner turmoil persisted. He had avoided confrontation for years. He aimed to rise unexpectedly. But Marshall unexpectedly stole all his thunder. If that was the case, he had to secure something for himself. Since he couldn't gain fame, he decided to pursue money.

Fergus's voice was low enough for Luther to hear. “Who could it be? Tell me.” Luther couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice. He would relish tearing whoever it was, from limb to limb while they begged for mercy. “Me,” Fergus announced, his voice devoid of any emotion. “What?” Luther wore a confused look on his face. “I’m sorry, brother. But I have ambitions.” Fergus replied before plunging a syringe into his stomach. It contained enough silver and wolfsbane to weaken even the strongest of wolves.

I can smell the respect dripping off him. Couldn’t this damn beast just shut up! Who had asked for his opinion about this trip, anyway? I sure as hell hadn’t. He had been doing his job, staying quiet for a while, so why choose now to start talking? ‘Starlight brat…you let him look down on us… again. I thought you were trying to win the swamp king over, not hand him the damn shovel to bury us with.’ Suddenly, a deep breath escaped from Fergus’ lips. “She used to climb the roofs,” he began. I didn’t know what had shifted, but the man had suddenly changed his mind. Maybe this was his way of trying. Who knew?