Taming The Feral Alpha Novels & Stories

I was closing in on the tail of the feral, I looked to the left and Alyse was gliding through the forest parallel to me. *Push in, now, before it gets to the border* Alyse and I closed the distance until we were running at its side. The Feral panicked and lunged at Alyse. I pushed off hard and flew myself through the air, landing on its back. I hit it hard enough that it missed Alyse. We rolled along the ground as I dug in my claws, I tried to get a grip on its neck with my teeth but couldn’t get the right angle. We hit hard against a wide tree trunk, dislodging my hold on the Ferals back. We bounced apart and I jumped back up to my feet. I growled and barked, snapping my jaws threateningly

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.

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.

“We need to leave this area— our strategy is compromised. We are retreating to go join the other warriors at the higher grounds so we can stand together. The Alpha King says—” A Feral bashed Timtu’s right arm completely off. And it came flying towards me.. and then past me. My jaws dropped as I watched the Feral rip off his other arms and begin butting into his flesh. I stared in horror until his body slumped to the floor, adding to the gory mess all around. I trembled and then I heard growling behind me now so that I realized that more Ferals were attempting to maim me. I raced away with all the speed my legs could offer and passed through all the junctions of Feral and Werewolf still fight

His hand shot forward, catching the attacker’s arm mid-swing, and he pulled him in hard, using the man’s own momentum against him. His other hand came up and drove straight through the man’s chest. A wet, choking sound escaped him as Damien tore his hand free. In the academy…they were taught one thing…tapping into feral mode. It’s a state that allows the powers of your Alpha to really take over…and in that form, killing basically becomes a habit. “Who dies next..?” Damien’s tone was now filled with bloodlust. He turned on the next one before they could regroup, his movements quicker and much more aggressive. A strike to the knee dropped the man instantly, followed by a clean snap of the neck

“His pack was attacked, and he’s in the middle of a crisis. Aside from that, our people can no longer go on hunts. I don’t know how much longer we can take this.” “Patterns!” the Alpha from Stormwatch finally said. “Ferals copy patterns. As you know, they’re stuck between two worlds. They have no policies, no formal training, no teachings. The only thing they do exceptionally well is learn patterns.” “What do you mean?” Finn asked for the first time. His voice was rough, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a month. “They learn your fighting patterns and store them,” the Stormwatch Alpha explained. “They study how your warriors move, how they attack. By the time you’ve engaged them once, tw

He growled out in a dangerous warning, one that had Duke’s deeper growl enhance the order and threat. “She is my alpha!” The feral growled back in anger; not even flinching at his order that usually had other wolves cowering in front of him. His answer shocked everyone around them. Ferals were put down because they did not submit to any alpha, not even the elders. No one had any control over them, which was why they were put down on sight. But this one had somehow accepted his little human as his alpha. How had she managed that when the strongest alphas had failed in controlling a feral? This was unprecedented and he was sure the Elders would want to study this situation as well. “Give

With trembling fingers, I flip through the pages until I find Garnet City. My heart nearly stops as I see the entire city marked in red, labeled "Feral Alpha's Territory." At the bottom of the page, a small note reads: "While Garnet City is an entirely human settlement, it falls within the territory of the Feral Alpha, formerly known as Dominicus Amadeus. The city is situated on the former grounds of the Amadeus pack."

She practically devoured me, moving at a crazy rhythm, back and forth, almost mimicking the most sacred act that can exist between an Alpha and his Luna. In a short time, our frenzy changed into vigilance. The beast was close, almost breathing into my neck. I withdraw slowly, not losing touch with the emerald in her eyes. So I wrapped Teresa into a tight embrace, almost covering her eyes, looking for shelter in the hollow of my neck; at this point, I tried a connection with this renegade. I dipped my face into her hair and my eyes instantly turned red.

It went into Kane. The Alpha screamed. His body began to smoke. The red in his eyes flickered, fighting the violet surge. The energy didn't stop with Kane. Because he was the Alpha, because he was connected to every Feral in the tunnel through the pack-bond, the surge traveled through the air. One by one, the Ferals in the shadows began to convulse. "It's... too... much!" Malakai gasped. His skin began to peel away in long, glowing strips. Black fluid leaked from his nose and ears.