Wolverine Feral Novels & Stories

“I don’t… I don’t even… I can’t… I…” “You’re exhausted,” he said softly now, almost like he had forgotten how sharp he could be. “Your body’s weak, your mind’s weak, and your wolf… your wolf needs time. You want to survive, you’ll stay here and let it heal.” I looked up at him, hatred and fear and disbelief all twisted together. “I… hate this. I hate you. I hate… everything. I—” “Good.” He crouched slightly, close enough that the heat of his body pressed into mine. “Hate me. Hate the bond. Hate yourself for being weak. I don’t care. Just live.”

Alyse and I bared down on the small Feral readying for the attack. Just as we were about to lunge, a large tan wolf came from nowhere and landed on top of the Feral. It pinned the wolf to the ground with its teeth wrapped around its neck. More wolves appeared and surrounded the Feral and their leader. They must be warriors from Tri-Moon, maybe the border patrol. They must have heard the commotion. I tried to walk forward but stumbled, I had lost more blood than I realised.

Harper's POV The crowd held its breath. In the center of the arena, the giant black wolf charged Rogan, a whirlwind of fury and death. Ethan was stronger. Going Feral had given him power beyond an Alpha's limits. Foam dripped from his bared fangs, aimed for the soft flesh of Rogan’s throat. My heart was in my throat. Rogan! Shift! I screamed in my mind. Even a Lycan should go all-out against a feral Alpha.

one commented and I frowned. “Why are they scared of her?” Roy asked softly to one of his friends and I must say, I don’t know either. “She is known as the Feral in our world,” a rogue close by and we all looked at him. “What does her nickname have anything to do with you all fearing her?” Roy asked and he is sounding like all the other males that is underestimating her. “She is known as teh Feral because no one can control her. She is wild both in bed and in a fight. She has no rules adn can stand on her own. She has no equal. She is deadly with her weapons,” another spoke on the opposite cell.

Besides these chains, he also can't change into his wolf form because they gave him wolfsbane potion. Feral. It is a very severe punishment received by a werewolf. Where the magic power that is in him will be completely removed. A werewolf that is being feral will lose the ability to change into human form and will become a completely wild wolf. His human instincts will be gone and all that is left is his wild animal instincts. Many werewolves begged to be killed rather than be 'feral', they preferred to die rather than live so dishonorably. Chloe got goosebumps hearing that, she just found out there was such a punishment.

I felt… free. A howl tore out of my throat, and before I could think I was running. The ground disappeared beneath me as I soared over roots and rocks. Then, beside me, a flash of dark fur. Lucian. His wolf was enormous, black as the night, eyes glowing like blue fire. He kept pace with me easily, his movements smooth, predatory, yet protective. I could feel him. Not just beside me, but inside me. The voice in my head screamed: Mate. Mate. Mate.

Wait, why does she want to meet her? “Let me guess, she is a werewolf too?” “You guessed right. A very beautiful she wolf” “So, what happens when a wolf is unable to mark their mate after meeting her?” she asked one of the numerous questions in her mind. “Most times, they go feral as in berserk, especially if it's on a full moon like this when they experience heat.” “That’s terrible.” She couldn't help but feel sorry for them. “But how does a wolf recognize his mate? It's not written on the forehead like “hello, I am your mate” Natalie again questioned.

I didn't want to let him go but I forced myself to, reminding my all too happy wolf that no one could be trusted. I casted a wary eye on Lucas across the room. He still hadn't gotten any clothes on and I had to keep mentally slapping myself to keep from drooling at the sheer male power he held. I decided that my wolf must be influencing my thoughts. "I still don't understand why you think we can't trust him", she grumbled. "Because we can't", I replied nonchalantly. "But why..." "Look, do you want us to get out of here alive or do you want to go back to being unconscious or worse?", I snapped. "Isn't being feral good enough for you? Do you want to get us killed?"

Lauren Amidst the chaos, I locked eyes with a feral wolf, its red gaze filled with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. It lunged at me, and I barely had time to react. My reflexes were heightened, but the sheer ferocity of the attack was overwhelming. I fired a round, and the wolf yelped in pain as it tumbled to the ground. Beside me, Landon was locked in a deadly tussle with another feral. I could see the desperation in his eyes as he fought to keep the snarling beast at bay. His strength and determination were awe-inspiring, and I knew we couldn't afford to lose.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.