Wolverine Feral Novels & Stories

"We're not alone." I strained to hear what had alerted him, but the forest seemed unchanged. Just trees and shadows and oppressive quiet. Then I heard it. The whisper of movement through underbrush. Multiple somethings, circling us. "Rogues?" I whispered. "Worse." Ares's hand dropped to the sword at his hip. "Feral wolves. They've lost their human minds entirely. Just animals now." My blood turned to ice. Feral wolves were rare but deadly, former shifters who'd given in completely to their wolf nature, becoming mindless predators.

I was stunned to hear Max's words, which made the morning that should have been warm with sunshine turn cold and tense. "I don't know what those creatures are. However, those creatures are definitely different from the vampires I know," Max continued. "Feral..." Jax muttered. "Feral? What's that?" "A Feral is a vampire-like creature, but more savage when sucking any blood. They will even suck out fellow vampires and turn into them." "Oh, I see. It's a good thing we immediately destroyed everything they had sucked. I think it might not be good if a wolf turned into a vampire. They would have been so savage."

"It's... it's..." Terrible. Unnatural. Demonic. The words echo in my mind, each one carrying the weight of undeniable truth. That is no werewolf. That is a monster, a hound from the pits of hell itself. And with that realization comes another, equally terrifying: The speculation that the Feral Alpha is unable to leave his territory is false. Completely and utterly false. He's not some mindless creature controlled by pure instincts either. Those eyes as they gazed at me had been filled with a terrible, chilling intelligence.

I admitted as Abby turned on the TV. “Are you feeling better?” Abby asked quietly. “You know... I’m sorry I put your mom in the dungeon. Are you mad at me?” I sighed and gave her a half hug. “No, I heard most of what happened. You almost lost control and went completely feral. I know that if you didn’t get her out of there you would have probably killed her by instinct.” Going feral was a dangerous thing, it means that the human mind is completely overpowered by our basic wolf instincts. And if a wolf goes feral, they cannot recognize who is pack member and who is enemy. When a wolf goes feral only two people in the world can calm the wolf down. Their mate... and their Alpha.

He said once more in a louder voice that excited the 'Mass' or students the fight started as they took on a wolf form. ANger and Negativity sparked the she-wolves of both of them. It was a grusesome transformation it was slow. their face morphed into werewolves or she-wolves, along eith their bodies growing twice or maybe triple their average size till they were both full-pledged she-wolves. The howl of the announcer started the fight to begin.Both of them circling like vultures waiting for their prey to die and get eaten. They focus each other to find a blind spot to attack or make the first move. Ruelle advance forward and bit Chloe sinkinging her canines deeper. Chloe fought back. Then th

, he chanted, the warlock fell to his knees screaming, burning from the inside out. Xavier was fighting a feral lycan, “What the fuck, just die already”, he said to himself. Kane had been fighting with the feral lycan for several minutes now. Feral wolves are vicious, but feral lycan’s are rare and almost indestructible. “Fuck this”, Kane roared, he leapt into the air landing on its back. He bit down on its head and raised his claw, decapitating its head of its shoulders.

The shift ripped through me instantly. My bones cracked first: sharp, brutal, familiar. My spine arched, vertebrae snapping and reforming. Muscles stretched and twisted, tendons pulling tight as my body reshaped itself. My fingers curled, lengthened, nails hardening into claws. Heat surged under my skin, the wolf taking over with a fierce, primal urgency. My jaw snapped forward, teeth sharpening, vision turning sharper and brighter as everything exploded into detail, every leaf, every scent, every sound.

He hasn't looked away for once and I just drew in a sharp breath and continued. “ The Lycans were oppressive towards the werewolves. They had immense power. Their strength was out of this world. They ruled over the werewolves packs and other supernaturals for ages but one thing about them was their ruthlessness. They have no mercy. They were always bitter and treated the werewolves so lowly. Stealing the mates of the wolves, bedding them and discarding them back to their mates. But the Lycan king did nothing about it. He enjoyed the superiority his kind had over the supernatural world.”

However to prevent tyranny from the elves he made the beast a conqueror, a beast that could never be defeated or humbled even by the elf king himself… however it was now a cute pomeranian dog that was covering Feral’s face with slobber as he giggled. “So cute! Is this really the elf guardians?!” Feral exclaimed gleefully as he played with the little doggie in his hands. It was so cute!! “It seems you adore creatures that appear adorable?” Genad asked leisurely as he butchered the meat they were about to consume. It was a wolverine—the version of wolfs in this world and was hella gigantic. “Of course who doesn’t love cute creatures?!” Feral said cheerfully as he continued playing with the new

Vera asked softly. "Everybody. The pack. The laws. Basic biology.." Vera scoffed. "Those laws were written by fools who didn’t know better. And biology? Child, you're eighteen. Some wolves don't shift until twenty. Some never shift and live full, powerful lives. The moon marks us all differently." "But the ceremony..” "It is in three days. I know." Vera took a sip from her cup and set it down. She reached for a basket on the shelf and began to sort through the dried plants. “Tell me what you're really afraid of."