The feral heart Novels & Stories

"Aim for the neck, cut it off and destroy the brain." Not wanting to cut the neck to end this session too soon. I then aim for the heart. You need to make a plan when going for the heart. It's the only way to release the original host soul. Although the heart is protected, only the front blocks the attacks. But ferals are aware of it, and marking the hit will make them guard it at all costs. So, you must be wise and precise when stabbing the heart from the back. I spin and jump on its back, pinning him to the ground. "Here, since the front is too hard to destroy the heart. You stab the heart on its back." I instruct.

The hand with the mole touched my face. Her tone turned gentle. "Honey, can you please stop being mad at me? We've been fighting for so long. I really hate this feeling." I wanted to push her away, but my whole body felt weak. The alcohol had not worn off yet and I was still numb. Her bright red lips began to breathe softly. She leaned closer and closer, inviting and irresistible. If this were the old me, I would have already surrendered and fallen at her feet, but now, I just felt disgusted. I wanted to throw up.

Her fingers unconsciously curled against his chest as if she were clinging to him. The mate bond pulsed. Hard. Ares growled softly. “You spilled Moonblood,” he finally said, voice gravel. “Do you know what that means, little wolf?” “No,” she whispered, trembled. “Then listen carefully.” His arms tightened. “Your blood awakened the ancient call, the Feral Echo. It summoned me with a force no Lycan can resist.” She flinched slightly. “Summoned…?” Ares’s jaw clenched. “Yes. The moment your blood hit the earth, every instinct inside me snapped. The world disappeared. There was only...you.”

I whisper, emboldened. "If we don't stop now, I might never be able to." He says, his words punctuated by his harsh breathing. "Then don't. I missed you too. I missed this. I...fuck...please." I bite down on my lower lip, Zane looks into my eyes and the feral hunger I see makes me temporarily scared. I have missed this. His wild passion. His insatiable lust. How much desire he could burn into my soul with his touch.

" I thought. I've never been in love yet I was there thinking of love. A virgin heart and body, yet a wild mind. I wanted to figure out and find love on my terms. "Is this my way of finding love? It can't be because I didn't plan for any of the day's incidences to fall in place as they did. As thoughts kept racing my mind, Jerry walked me to the parking lot where I had left my car. We shook hands and he walked away leaving me by my car.

FERAL SINS. EPISODE ONE. It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. They have your heart. _ anonymous_ Alannah closed her eyes and tried not to moan when his lips found its way to her slender neck.. "Where are you,My love?" He whispered into her ear but she couldn't say anything and just let him do whatever he wanted.. His Ocean blue eyes were glowing as he stared at her. It held more darkness than any eyes she has ever seen..

"What are you talking about? Dominic bought that facility months ago." "He bought the real estate, my dear," Silas hissed, taking a slow step forward, his scent of formaldehyde and dried blood spiking aggressively. "But the serum keeping your brother's mutated heart beating is an experimental strain developed by the Council's sub-basement laboratories. We own his breath, Clara. And we have just ordered his life support to be terminated." Dominic’s entire frame locked up, the veins in his neck bulging as his inner beast roared in a state of absolute, toxic madness. But before he could lunge to tear Silas apart, the newborn child in Clara’s arms let out a low, vibrant hum.

Free. I staggered upright on legs that weren’t mine. Paws pressed into the dirt. My vision sharpened until the night wasn’t dark at all—it was alive. Every rustle, every heartbeat, every thread of scent burned into me like I’d always known them. The wolf. I was on four legs. The forest clearer, the world louder, the air crisper than it had ever been. My paws dug into the dirt, and I felt alive. No, more than alive. I felt… free.

For now… A well-wisher’ Even if Zane insisted that it was nothing but a random prank or someone bluffing without knowing anything, my instincts told me it wasn’t. I just knew it in my heart that someone knew who I really was. That I was the Feral Assassin. And they promised to keep my secret for now. The hidden threat that they won’t be silent forever rang as clearly as if they had shouted that at me. And I had to silence them forever before they could spill my secret out. But what exactly were they waiting for? They could have alerted the council any time in the past three months and even if there was no proof, such a huge accusation would have warranted an investigation. My secret would ha

“He survived it. He survived her. He survived the fact that you let this happen under your watch—and now you want to punish him for breathing?” Silence. Then the twin on the right leaned forward, dark eyes trained on us like he’d been waiting for the chance to speak. “I don’t see the point in punishing someone for staying alive,” he said, voice smooth, expression tight. “He was stalked. Drugged. Targeted. Set up by his own mate. Just because a rejected mate went feral doesn’t mean Mr Adams should carry her crimes.” He turned to his brother, then flicked a glance at the councilwoman beside them. Smirked. The kind of grin that could talk people out of secrets or into bed.