Wolverine Feral Novels & Stories

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.

There was only one creature who made that sound. “Ferals,” Thor said, his eyes wide. Ferals were terrifying beasts that roamed the forests between the sectors. Part wolf, part something else, they had red eyes and limbs that bent in strange directions. They also had a blood lust that ruled their senses. They were fast. They were viscous. And by the sounds of it, they were headed right towards us. “They must have released ferals into the forest,” Thor said. “We’re not dying quick enough. The nobility is getting restless. So they’re trying to speed up the process. We…”

Far away, the ancient stones of the fortress trembled; snow cascaded in thick sheets from the slate rooftops, and the ceremonial lanterns swayed violently in the grand halls. Other wolves materialized from the dark—lesser, wild beasts drawn out by the sheer, unbridled pressure of my rage. Their eyes glowed in the deep shadows like dying embers. These were the feral ones that roamed the untamed borderlines of the territory, answering to no mortal Alpha, knowing only the moon and the ancient, primeval hunger of the wild. They sensed the fracturing of my spirit; they saw my agonizing pain as a critical weakness. They attacked.

I was keeping a tight control on who she gave herself to, who was allowed to take her. So far, that was one person. Me. Werewolves are not jealous by nature--possessive, yes, but not sexually jealous. I'm just a control freak. Of course, she doesn't know any of this yet. As a progressive gang and future pack, the Underground puts an emphasis on consent. We're seducing her into accepting this role, our protection.

I whisper hissed, “Yes” Venus whispered back. “If it’s just a Feral we can take it down” “We don’t know if it is just a Feral. There could be more than one or it could be a trick” “Ferals don’t do tricks” I huffed quietly, my frustration taking centre stage. “No, but smart Weres that know how to manifest the scent do”.

Glancing over his shoulder to meet Ethan’s gaze, he asked, “Why do you ask? Do you wish to go there?” Ethan twitched his lips in thought. “I guess,” he said. “What’s it like? Is it like here?” Lucian continued cooking as he answered. “It’s nothing like here. In the werewolf world, everything is bound by instinct, strength, and bloodlines. There’s no democracy. Packs follow a strict hierarchy: Alpha at the top, then Beta, Delta, and Omegas at the bottom.” Ethan felt awe settle in his chest. Lucian continued, the sound of steaks sizzling blending with his deep voice. “Our land is vast—forests, mountains so high they seem to touch the sky. It’s like another world entirely. The rules are strict.

The feral fell to the ground, blind and dead. The short one bellowed. The other feral drew a battle axe and shield to face Andrew's team barreling at them from their hiding place. Tommy threw a javelin at the front feral, but the feral dodged it with a preternatural reaction. The short one behind him caught the javelin in mid-air and snapped it like a twig in his hand. He may have been small for a feral, but he was still a werewolf—and strong. Suddenly, Tommy shifted into his massive wolf and assaulted the enemy with the same vicious onslaught.

I'm afraid I would say something that would upset and send him over the edge. Werewolves that have gone feral act wild, violent, and bloodthirsty. They can no longer be rational in their thinking. They can no longer be humorous or have the ability to appreciate jokes. Even though I'm shocked to see Thor roasting me and cracking jokes. I act like all is well.

His eyes showed no soul as he came straight for me. He probably only realized we had tricked him when he saw me standing there with her shirt, and just as his jaws snapped beside me, I ducked and clawed at the beast. Rogues in general were bad news, but feral rogues were down right dangerous! One bite and it could turn a pack wolf into a feral rogue. I turned around quickly and he charged. I watched the way he moved and it was clumsy and without a clear plan.

Leander said. Once everyone nodded at him in understanding, he continued speaking. “The witches from the witch council had visited the murder scenes for investigation, and they have confirmed that the signature of the murderer was the same everywhere. They reported that the signature is magical but still that of a wolf’s. We all know that Feral wolf is a wolf that somehow possesses magic despite being a wolf. They have unbelievable strength and even could do magic sometimes, though it wouldn’t be equal to that of a witch. And only Feral have magical signatures among wolves,” he said.