Wolverine Feral Novels & Stories

Alpha Warren says. “And Lily?” I ask, looking at Landon. He presses his lips together and I know he doesn’t want to tell me. I can feel his resistance through the bond, but I also know he’ll never lie to me. “Raptor said that, sometimes in these situations, a feral wolf will kill a pup to get the female to mate with him. It’s a very instinctual need to exterminate any competition to their bloodline. Lions in the wild do it. It’s the same concept except with a shifter.”

Just like in my nightmares. Feral werewolves are a bit like rogues, but they are more unhinged, animalistic, and bloody. They live in the dark forests where pure werewolves should never set foot into. At first, I thought they were just a myth until I started having these nightmares where they capture me and drag me away to the feet of the man that scares me the most. And weeks later, we started picking up rumors about them attacking small packs and raiding the place, killing all the pack members, dismembering the Alpha, and fucking the Luna to death.

This was my most disturbing question as just weeks ago I was in RawHowl, living a wretched life— but one with no wild beastly creatures on deadly hunt, and now I was here, and suddenly, our lives were in danger due to these monsters. “Have you seen a Feral before?” She asked me. “Yes… I’ve seen one. They look disgusting.” I said and she smiled a bit. “Well, that's another good question.” Princess Anne commented. “Ferals are dead werewolves that cannot rise a second time.” She said and stunned me with her words. “Huh?” “That’s the definition of a Feral.” She said in her amusement at my reaction and then proceeded to explain, suspecting I wouldn’t be able to interpret her words.

Nigel smiled – a cold threatening kind. Eirika felt fear well inside her. She wanted to warn Nigel that the men were not just werewolves but the feral kind. Her father had taught her how to note the differences: the ferals have dark irises that flash when angry. Humans or the unchanging have normal-colored eyes with no glow in them, werewolves with Lycanthrope blood have gold circles around their regular eye colors and their eyes flash white when provoked. They can instantly change into their Lycan form like a chameleon and don't need the full moon. They also share the same eye color with their beasts, unlike the regular werewolves which have the largest population. Their eye color is a dull

Rex explained. "To be honest, the 7 packs are the youngest wolves we know. I didn't always run with the pack I run with now. I used to be one of Jo's Rogues. I am half Royal, half Lunari." As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively.

the Alpha suggested, curious to see what Camden might say about that. Camden regarded Alpha Adrian for a moment, her confusion clear as she asked, "Feral? What do you mean?" "Exactly what it sounds like. He's gone wild. Rogue. Ye've heard stories about rogues who bide in their wolf form for so long that they forget how tae shift and live as humans?" he asked her, certain she must know what he was talking about. "Yes, but he's been living in his human form for days now. Like I said, we haven't shifted for some time, so I don't understand how he could be feral?" Camden asked, directing the question more at herself than the Alpha as she considered his possible explanation.

It's burning. I scratch harder on the floor as my bones try to break and shift into a wolf's form. Though the process of shifting is smooth, as soon as I hand over the control to my wolf, my blood vessels reflect Homo sapiens' DNA and restructure themselves with the Canis Lupus Lycaon's DNA. It is a species of grey wolf native to eastern Corlinque. But this time he is fighting me as I am not willing to submit my control to him. Everyone knows how feral Dakota can be, my pack is more scared of my wolf than any apocalypse. And here I am trying to tame the wild beast in me.

My massive frame sliced through the thorn-choked woods like a silent, vengeful phantom, my long, curved obsidian claws fully extended and dripping with the dark fluid of a feral scout I had slaughtered miles back. "Three more ferals are slipping through the eastern ravine right now," Jax warned, his mental voice cutting through the rush of the wind. "They aren't scavenging, Xavier. They’re hunting in a tight pack formation. They’re tracking a straight line toward the Winslow estate."

Iris's POV The growl came again, this time it was much closer. My heart lurched as I slowly turned toward the dense trees. One pair of glowing yellow eyes appeared between the shadows, then another and another. Within seconds, more than a dozen wolves stepped out from the darkness, their matted fur stained with dirt and dried blood. They were feral wolves, drawn by the ongoing event. Unlike ordinary werewolves, feral wolves had long since lost their humanity. They hunted only to kill, recognizing neither rank nor mercy.

With all the pain Ariana and I had to endure from the moment we returned to Ravenfur, I could feel something dark within me rising especially after the fight with the rogues. It was my first kill, and I had killed so many, but I knew deep down how I wanted more of that feeling of taking a life. I had just not spoken about it to anyone. If this could stop that darkness within me, then I was willing to go through it. I had heard of feral wolves and how they went insane without proper treatment. I didn't want to lose my sanity like them. They were rare to come across because anyone who found them killed them. They were the serial killers of the werewolve world and they had no control over their