The feral heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Or— Were they? My grip tightens on the lamp. I know we are meant to share this room. I know that. But I still don’t unlock the door. I can’t. There is something incredibly off about his voice. About the way he says my name. Feral. Barely controlled. Like glass dragged slowly over silk. I lean in again. Press my ear back to the door. The clawing is so loud now it drowns everything else— But underneath it— Heavy breathing.

Its jaw was elongated, rows of yellowed fangs dripping with fresh deer blood. "You smell like a domesticated pet hiding in the weeds," the feral scout rasped, its eyes black and vacant. "We can smell her. The white moon child. She is blooming inside the stone walls. Her heart is going to taste like starlight." In a blinding blur of motion, I dropped from the branch. My claws clamped around the feral’s throat with bone-crushing force, slamming the creature hard against the jagged stone bank of the stream. "You talk too much for a dead animal," I whispered, my grip tightening until its throat cartilage groaned. "Who gave you her coordinates? Who cleared the southern paths for you? Give me a na

With each throb so close to my lips I was starting to get drunk on the drumming in my ears alone as I closed my eyes to breathe him in, this baby growing inside of me was beginning to turn me into something feral… And that’s when my eyes immediately shot open, widening as Dax’s words came rushing into my head like a rotting nightmare of a truth about myself I didn’t want him to be right about, he had called me feral, he had called me wild and now at this moment, I was about to live up to those words. I felt the burning taste of bowel forcing itself up into my mouth as I snapped right out of this drunken moment of carnal nature, as I suddenly shoved against him, immediately causing his head t

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.

“Good morning child, how are you feeling?” “Why am I so hot?” Her voice was hoarse and I grabbed her a water bottle from the mini fridge in the room. “Unfortunately, young lady, you have been drugged. You were slipped a very powerful aphrodisiac that is currently coursing through your bloodstream at a very rapid pace. The heat you are feeling is perfectly normal for a wolf’s body since it is preparing itself to be mated. The bad news is that there is no cure for the drug that you were given. If you do not mate with either your fated mate or a strong wolf such as our Lycan Prince here, then the aphrodisiac will essentially turn into a poison and effectively shut down your vital organs.” Dr. B

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

-Ferals- Feral is a term used in this book for half-human-half-animal living beings. They don’t seek royal blood for it gives them no powers at all. It is up to them, if they want to work for the vampires or werewolves or if they want to be protectors of the Royal blood. They are not as powerful as the others, however, if taken under the wings of royal blood they do become useful tools and become more powerful.

I pulled Ethan into my arms and whispered reassurance. Ethan was born with a congenital heart condition, so the slightest emotional distress could be fatal. Yet, there was an incident today. I examined Ethan from head to toe. Only when I was certain he hadn’t been hurt and was no longer in shock did I heave relief. “Silas, how could you be so vile? “I can’t believe you hurt my baby girl!” Andrew shot me an accusatory look, his gaze burning with rage. His loud voice attracted a crowd.

She said looking in his eyes. His eyes went feral. She collided with the banister as she stepped back from him in awe. Deep scowl covered his forehead. He growled low from his throat. Abruptly, he turned and his cold glare rested on the masked man. He grasped him by his throat. She blinked several times but could not catch the situation. She didn't get a chance to notice anything. It was her desire, she wanted to be with him or not. She knew deep down, it wasn't because of her harsh words. She glanced down at her feet when she felt something wet. Her heart accelerated in her chest, she held the banister tightly as her legs were feeling weak to her. Crimson drops were dripping on her foot. Ti

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.