Wolverine Feral Novels & Stories

he said. Wait, Enocha? I was the enocha I almost forgot Ferals loved enocha or run-away omega. They breed them non-stop. They can smell an omega more than pack wolves and rogue wolves. Rogues might be the most powerful werewolves but ferals are more on the animal instinct and they do cause a lot of damage more than the two kinds. Enocha were dangerous for the disaster they would bring on.

Learning about the different statuses a werewolf can fall under is taught in school but the most devastating aspects of it are usually left out. “Why would they kill him?” Lucas asks, shocked at the extreme consequences such a label would create. “When a wolf is labeled a feral, it means that they are wild. No one can control them and they don’t follow societal norms. Omegas and gammas that go feral are generally allowed to simply exist as rogues and the council tracks their whereabouts. No pack is allowed to do anything to them unless they start causing trouble. If a delta, beta or alpha female gets labeled a feral they are similar to omega and gammas but local packs are warned if they are

My wolf clawed at the inside of my ribs, fighting against whatever compounds were keeping him buried. "You idiots," I spat, fury making my voice stronger than it had been since I'd awakened. "Kane's feral too! You've got one of us right there in your precious alliance, and you waste time capturing me?" Blake's hybrid eyes sharpened with sudden interest. "Feral? Are you certain?" I let out a harsh laugh that turned into a cough. "Dead certain. Everyone in the supernatural community knows Kane's feral. It's no fucking secret." The medical vampire looked up from his charts with clinical fascination. "Another specimen with similar abilities? How remarkably convenient."

His eyes glowed, molten gold with streaks of black threading through. A Lycan. The rarest, deadliest form of wolf. The air itself seemed to bow under his power. Wolves around us lowered their heads, some whimpering, their alpha’s true form unleashed. Even Adam, his Beta, stood stiff, pale, trying not to look directly at him. And me? I couldn’t breathe. Brock’s beast turned toward me, gaze burning. For a moment I thought he’d lost control, that I was next. But then — his massive form lowered, his claws retracting slightly as he stalked closer, every line of his body trembling with restraint.

“That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.” … Everybody threw around their opinions. Ethan trembled in fear. My heart went out to him. Fearing Ethan might go into shock from the emotional strain, I scooped him up and turned to leave at once. However, Andrew stood in my way and said arrogantly, “You can’t leave. You need to pay up for injuring my baby girl. “It’s going to cost you a million bucks for the vet bills and mental trauma.” I furrowed my brows. The onlookers gasped sharply.

And then, before he could even realize what happened, I was already standing in front of the tree. I stood there coolly as if I had been waiting for him for ages and the 7black wolf halted abruptly, looking at me with his eyes wide and ears cocked to the sides. He looked absolutely comical, and I stifled the urge to laugh out loud. And to add insult to his injury, he was panting like a dog, pun intended, while I wasn’t even out of breath yet, thanks to my Feral powers.

she glanced down at her hands. " Shh...You need to come to calm down. you're fine. It's a normal process for werewolves. " his arms got locked around her. It placated her jingling nerves. " It scared me. " She whispered. " It's part of you. There's no need to scare. " He grunted. " I don't know how to deal with it. " She whispered against his chest. He heaved, " I want you to learn yoga and meditation. It will help you to understand your wolf. There's no need to be dread. " He said.

She felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, knowing that she had saved innocent lives from their feral clutches. Though a pang of guilt tugged at her conscience for extinguishing the lives of creatures that were once human, she reminded herself that these werewolves had been consumed by darkness and lost their humanity. They were mere vessels for destruction, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood. Beverly had seen the transformation firsthand, the loss of self and the overwhelming power that took hold of them. It was a tragedy, but she knew that she couldn't change their fate.