Novel & Cerita The feral heart

Astra might have hated himself to the point of loosing to his beast but something must have triggered it and I definitely needed to find out. Right now, swirls of unfamiliar emotions clustered my heart. It was said that once one goes into a feral state, there was no returning because the innermost part of their soul is buried deep beneath their mind, faint and impossible to recover. It would only take a miracle for one to actually return to a sane state. Now his beast dominated every part of him. This was surely disastrous! I felt a drop of tears drop down to my hands. Staring at him was heartwrenching but what was even more painful was the fact that he had only little time to live.

"The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I give it to a Lycan who isn't registered... the vault self-destructs anyway..." Ivan sighed, setting the parchment down. He stood up, walking slowly toward the hanging merchant. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a swirling, milky-white liquid—the Feral’s Kiss, a highly illegal neurotoxin derived from the nightshade of the southern swamps. In small doses, it caused agonizing pain; in large doses, it permanently shattered a Lycan or human’s cognitive mind, reducing them to a mindless, drooling husk.

I whispered, stumbling slightly as I approached one of the largest Ferals. This one had killed twelve warriors during the first attack. His eyes still burned with madness as I placed my hand on his massive head. "Return to the light," I commanded, but my voice cracked with fatigue. The Feral sensed my weakness. With a vicious snarl, he lunged at my throat. I fell backward, barely avoiding his attack. The ritual circle broke as the remaining uncured Ferals began to stir restlessly. "Maya!" Kael shouted from the perimeter, drawing his weapon.

If things got worse, I figured I knew where to start for looking for a rogue that might actually help as part of this cure. I took back to sitting on my bed with a spell book reading through it trying to learn different techniques. The pages were worn, and I was careful not to tear them, or as Hilda continued to remind me, I would find myself out on the street. I stifled a yawn as I began reading the words blurring together as I try to focus on the letters one after another. The ground is littered with dead bodies, all with their hearts cleaved out of their chest. In the centre is that feral beast I know too well. Dark eyes and razor-sharp teeth drip from his jaw as he tears into yet another

I screamed out his name as soon as I remembered the pathetic state he was in before I blacked out. "You're forgetting one last scene, Lila." Amber reminded me and then, just like magic, the scene appeared before me. Miguel had mercilessly killed that wolf, chanting words I couldn't even remember. He was covered in blood, his maroon eyes glowing like never before, with something they have never had, something that looked like insanity, determination to protect something worthy, anger and dominance. Four of which were a dangerous combination. His breath was so ferocious that even from the distance between us, I could hear it as loud as it was.

Inside the yacht, Celine instructed one of his men to stab Danielle to her heart. “ No! Please! Don’t!” Danielle cried out loud. Begging for mercy. “ Celine, have mercy on me.” “ No way! Today is the day that you'll die in front of me!” Celine laughed like crazy. The bad guy approached Danielle with a sharp knife and stab her exactly in the heart. Blood scattered around the floor as Danielle was being stabbed several times. Her scream for help was in vain. She fainted after losing a lot of blood. “ What shall we do now, Miss?” Her men asked with blood stains on his body.

It can’t be him. “ last night, at one King Ezra's birthday party, you had an encounter with my son. You were on heat and forcefully had your way with him. I’m not going to use the R-word. He couldn’t stop you because it seemed like that was what you wanted at that moment.” She paused and took in deep breath before continuing. “ well, your encounter with him has unleashed his demons. My son has gone Feral.”

I was crying so hard, at the same time wishing he would just never listen to me and continue to devour me. I mean. He's a beast in his feral state. It’s just like me talking to a lion not to kill me that I’m having leprosy. “Ouch…” my teeth clatterred against each other as it grip around my hair tightened, and his rough thigh which was slapping against my ass. My knees were aching and getting sore cause I was kneeling on a stony floor, I bet there'd be some bruises by the time I checked. Oh, I want him deeper even though every one of his thrusts hurts badly, I still want more of him.

one commented and I frowned. “Why are they scared of her?” Roy asked softly to one of his friends and I must say, I don’t know either. “She is known as the Feral in our world,” a rogue close by and we all looked at him. “What does her nickname have anything to do with you all fearing her?” Roy asked and he is sounding like all the other males that is underestimating her. “She is known as teh Feral because no one can control her. She is wild both in bed and in a fight. She has no rules adn can stand on her own. She has no equal. She is deadly with her weapons,” another spoke on the opposite cell.

“Tell me what you're really afraid of." There was a full minute of silence before Erin finally said "That no one would want me?". "And?" "Maybe, I'm broken. "What if there's something wrong with me and that's why I can't shift? What if the moon looked at me and decided I wasn't worth.." Her voice broke at this point. Vera glanced at Erin and sighed. “The moon doesn't make mistakes, child. She sees things mortal wolves miss”, Vera said as she bundled several herbs together - rosemary, thyme, something purple Erin didn't recognize - and tied them with red thread. " “Trust in her”, she added.