Novel & Cerita The feral heart

​The "Feral-Reset" wasn't a bomb or a gas. It was a frequency—a "Primal-Scream" designed to trigger the most violent, unguided instincts of the Lycan biology. As the Architects activated the signal, Rhea felt her mind fracture. ​The "sweetness" of the pack-bond was replaced by a red haze of pure, mindless aggression. Her wolf didn't want to protect; it wanted to tear. It wanted to kill Marcus, to rip the throat out of Sela, to feast on the very people she had sworn to save.

My legs felt like lead, my vision blurry, but I forced myself to keep going. Just as I looked straight up ahead, what I saw made me come to a sudden halt. My heart threatened to jump right into my mouth. A group of wolves emerged from the shadows, their glowing eyes fixed on me. Their growls rumbled through the air, and I could feel the primal hunger emanating from them. Just from their insatiable hunger and sharp glints of madness in their eyes, I guessed one word. Feral. I backed away slowly, my heart hammering in my chest. But before I could react further, I heard footsteps behind me.

I Leaped. I wasn't a woman jumping; I was a Tidal Wave of Fur and Fire. I hit the first line of Feral-Sins with the force of a falling star. My jaws clamped onto the throat of a massive grey beast, the taste of its sour, tainted blood exploding in my mouth. I didn't just kill it; I Eviscerated the very concept of its threat.

But, I have faith in my mate. As they reached closer to each other, the feral opened his mouth ready to bite down on Ava. Nerves racked through my body as I prayed that Ava would dodge his attack. Ava jumped towards the feral, her mouth aiming at the ferals throat. Missing the ferals attack by a hair, Ava gripped her jaw on the "leader's" throat with all of her might, and with one swift movement, she ripped his jugular out causing the feral to collapse to the ground.

***CRYSTAL'S POV*** The noise from outside seemed to increase the palpitation of my heart, and I felt my blood boiling with difficulty. I closed my eyes, trying my best to stop my tears as I crawled down the bed, ignoring the heaviness I felt in me. My feet touched the cold floor, and I flinched. Everything was strange. Something wasn't right, but I wasn't able to pinpoint what it was, and that made me nervous. I squinted my eyes and forced my body up the bed. I walked slowly toward the door, my body aching with each step and my head feeling like it would explode.

ISBERLT. My eyes go wide as I stare down at my ripped gown, then back into the eyes of the feral alpha that stands before me. "Kneel!" He growls, his eyes turning a darker hue, and without having to be told twice; I go down on my knees before him, my eyes trapped on the smooth tiles that rest beneath the skin of my knees, and my hands on my bent lap; clenching my torn dress to my body so I'm not flashing my naked body to him.

My heart thundered in my chest as if it would explode. Branches whipped against my fur, but I barely felt them. My senses were honed to a razor's edge, every part of me attuned to the faint trail Lucianne had left behind. The scent of her pain, the whispers of her presence—it fueled a primal fury within me. I was a feral beast, a relentless hunter whose only mission was to find Lucianne and tear apart the bastard who dared to harm her. Nothing would stop me, not the wild terrain, not the storm, nor the doubts that I was just losing my mind from grief.

But when Ferox started to speak inside my mind, I could not see how he looks, all I could picture was a red flame floating inside my head. "Then let's start with that boy. I am Ferox, cruelty incarnate. My domain is filled with carcasses and a river of blood. Crimson is what I see when I hunt. A body filled with barbaric power, able to slay giants with one swipe. My arms, an ever-changing weapon, are hungry for the blood of my victim. Can you see it boy, sitting on a throne of bones, waiting for the time for his next hunt?"

Chapter 22. Pick a movie from N*****x. The scariest part isn't the feeling of loneliness or the darkness surrounding the intense pain or even the depths of ignorance. It's the realization that you have intentionally surrendered yourself to isolation, deprived yourself of emotions, lost the ability to smile and sold your soul to agony. And I had lost the ability to smile. I had lost the ability to feel anything except for that creeping hollow of pain in my abdomen and the strong waves of loneliness in my heart.

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.