Wolverine Feral Novels & Stories

As I could feel his dick swell right under the moisture that took over my bikini bottom. He groaned and raised his hips to grind against me, so unfair. “Lycan is the primitive version of us werewolves. Feral by nature and terrible killing machines. Only a challenge or extreme duress can spark the change. You’ll have to be around to calm me down, or I’ll have to run to quell the urge to kill. “What the hell can I do?” I was getting more fearful by the minute. “Your touch, your smell, this is why an Alpha needs a mate.”

Carrie assures me with a professional tone. “Carrie, I think it would be wise to ensure that the feral area is prepared and available in case we manage to capture this wolf. It's crucial that we don't leave this unknown feral female omega wolf alone in the wilderness. Considering she has never been spotted before, it's essential for everyone's safety that we take all necessary precautions. Additionally, I suggest increasing the number of staff and guards on-site, just in case she becomes provoked and poses a threat or if we require assistance during the capture process,” I express to Carrie, my thoughts drifting away.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Different. I don't have much time to think as an unmistakable scent hits me. The smell. Rotten, pungent, choking. Rogues. A growl rips out of me, deep and low. Her gaze cuts to me instantly, locking onto me, and my heart stutters. Her eyes… they’re glowing with this strange red halo around her iris, and my whole body chills. That can only mean one thing. Irene’s wolf is feral. Feral wolves can’t be controlled. They’re wild, dangerous, untamed. Maybe… maybe that’s why Dexter kept her on such a tight leash all those years. It wasn’t Irene he was caging, it was her wolf.

He didn't really understand, but had heard something about Wolverine. ''The Wolverine Clan is the same as the Jaguar Clan, Tiger Clan, Honey Badger Clan, and Wolf Clan. They are dignified and brave. The Wolverine Clan is only slightly weaker than the Wolf because, unlike the Wolf, who lives in groups. Wolverine is more like a Jaguar, Tiger, or some other large predators that are solitary, a loner. Because their body size is much smaller than other great predators, the echo of their greatness is not more lively. Is that like that Halvir?'' Hans said to confirm his words with Halvir.

"I was supposed to die with Roman, but my race needs me and I need you." Yes, it was the Grand Alpha Wolf but Calvin could hear it's whimpering and it was this annoying sound in his head that made him groan in annoyance. It was obvious that nothing could be done to rid himself of this wolf. Calvin closed his eyes in frustration. His heart was racing and though he hated to admit it, he was now a Lycanthrope.

The memories of that night came, gushing like fountain, threatening to overwhelm me. “The feral wolves, Cara, there are the ones that invade other packs” she corrected, looking at me with an unreadable expression. I nodded, I clearly know, by now, that there are two types of rogues, the Feral rogues and the normal rogues. The feral ones are the ones that have already lost the sense of thinking to their animalistic instincts. They are the ones that attack normal small packs and kill everyone, while the normal rogues just room about the great woods, clearly loners or wanderers. After sometimes I continued my story.

It’s as big a transformation as dickhead Alexi to sweet Lexi. “Is he Alexi’s?” I ask stupidly, watching at my safe distance, trying to not feel weirded out that he even has a pet, let alone a scary reincarnation of him if he was an animal. It just doesn’t fit the idea I had of him and he has never mentioned this at all. He acted like Feral was a strange thing to have and now I find he has an actual wolf. Lync definitely looks wolf rather than husky now I’m examining him up close and not wondering if I can outrun him. He has huge paws and teeth, despite a skinnier lanky frame and very rough fur.

Below us, the valleys were choked with the grey-white fog of a winter that refused to end, and through that fog, I could hear the rhythmic, terrifying thunder of Ten Thousand Paws. The High Council hadn't sent soldiers in suits. They had unleashed the Feral-Sins—the wolves who had been stripped of their humanity centuries ago, kept in the dark of the West’s dungeons, fed only on the blood of their own kin. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my Sunset-Gold Fire rolling off my skin in waves of heat that melted the permafrost beneath my feet. My claws, elongated and obsidian-sharp, twitched with a hunger I hadn't felt since the first night I shifted in the Square.

Her silver skin was burning with a fierce, protective heat, her anger radiating off her in visible waves of shimmering light. Alpha Wolfe stepped forward, his smile fading into a grim, professional scowl. He let out a low whistle, and from the shadows of the secondary corridors, ten more Feral wolves emerged. These ones were different from the rogues on the plateau. They were wearing heavy combat armor plates bolted directly into their flesh, their eyes burning with a stable, calculated violet light. They didn't move like mad dogs; they moved like trained soldiers.