Wolverine Feral Novels & Stories

I replied, but Raphael shook his head. "You've seen his eyes, haven't you. They've turned red. That's the final sigh of a wolf turning feral. And do you know what goes through a feral Wolf's head? Nothing but blood. A feral wolf will kill anyone and anything that stands in his way. Anything that catches his eyes is doomed to die yet you... You managed to pet him right in to a deep sleep." I looked at Raphael as he continued, the serious and guarded expression falling off once in a while. In its place, I would see a sneak of vulnerability but it would quickly disappear.

She just watched me with a pointed look. Leaning back, all the adrenalin in my veins slowly vanished, and then another idea popped into my head. “Please, do mine,” I requested, turning my left cheek to her. Iris arched an eyebrow. “Werewolves are ten times the strength of humans. If I do anything now, you might scar and I know that humans don't heal so easily.” Waving a hand in the air, I shook my head. “We're headed to the healing quarters already. Please just do it.”

My eyes went to the back of the room, and I gasped when I saw it. My legs stumbled back in shock as I took in the jet-black wolf with heavy silver chains keeping it to the wall. It was huge, with red eyes and fangs dripping with venom. A wolf never released venom except it was feral. I didn’t want to believe it because feral wolves were almost non-existent. A wolf was usually killed the moment it turned feral because they were even more deadly than rogues. Unlike rogues, they had no control over their wolf side and could not turn back into humans as a result of that. They killed anyone they came across because of their lack of control, and their bite was venomous, which could paralyse a wolf

-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.

“It only happens to werewolves turned by the bite. Their body can't regulate the lunar energy, making them susceptible to the negative emotions that linger in the environment." He paused, his eyes serious. "You see, feral wolves absorb the darkest emotions – sadness, anger, fear – like sponges. During the full moon, those emotions amplify, overwhelming their rational thoughts. They become vessels for the collective darkness, losing control entirely." Nicholas's gaze intensified, putting his hands behind him, he continued. "Feral wolves can be incredibly powerful, but also ruthless. They're driven solely by instinct, leaving destruction in their wake. That's why I built this dungeon – to cont

A shadow shaped like one. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Black hair whipping in the wind as if the forest bowed to him. His eyes glowed molten gold, pupils razor-thin like a predator on the edge of violence. His chest heaved as if he’d run for miles, but he showed not a single trace of exhaustion. Only hunger. Feral hunger. The stories whispered in taverns flooded her mind instantly. The Lycan King. Ares Nightbane. Monster. Executioner. The creature born from the Moon’s first blood, older, stronger, faster than any werewolf.

I heard something else that made my heart quiver, aunt Amelia accused Lucien of killing his mate and going feral. Oh shit, it couldn't be, alpha Lucien couldn't be feral. A feral wolf is a rare abominable situation whereby a wolf loses all its human instincts and only craves blood and embraces its natural animal instincts, to kill. When a werewolf goes feral it's when they let their animal have total control, in both forms. Feral wolves were dangerous and were killed for their own sake and for the sake of others, so was it true that alpha was feral?

Suddenly all of them, a moment later screaming and trashing, start shifting, and in a matter of seconds, 13 feral wolves are running around trying to kill anything that moves. My people and I react pretty quickly, and so do Kayden, Damon, Natasha, and their people. Fighting feral wolves under the influence of Red Venom is dangerous. Despite being feral, they also are much stronger than normal rogues. Bites, snarls, broken bones, blood... ..claws and fangs, wolves' bodies crushing at each other, the screams of those who try to run away... I lead the fight, feeling the blood and ripped flesh in my mouth.

I pressed my back against the rough bark, my hand covering my mouth. From the darkness ahead, a pair of eyes appeared. They weren't orange like the Council’s thralls or violet like a Royal. They were milky white. Blind. A wolf stepped into a patch of moonlight. It was emaciated, its ribs showing through patchy, mange-ridden fur. Foam dripped from its jaws. A Feral. A Lycan who had stayed in wolf form too long, losing their human mind to the beast. They were cannibals. Monsters.

"The gunfire drew them. This just became a three-way fight." The first wave of feral wolves burst from the treeline, their eyes glowing red with hunger and madness. They didn't care about territories or politics, they only wanted blood and meat. Fresh corpses scattered across the battlefield would be an irresistible feast. "Move, now!" Kade hauled me to my feet as the rogues crashed into both Nightfang and Lucien's forces with savage fury.