Novel & Cerita Feral Sins

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]

Vincenzo and Pietro were also left speechless. “No way, there is no way all of these could be true.” Dante denied. “My mother left me when I was a baby; she’s dead by now,” Dante told her. “I’m not dead! I am alive and well!” She shouted, causing everyone to fall silent. Delina sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. “This is my karma, I shouldn’t have done what I did. Look at these, one of my son has no idea who I am and the other one hates me.” She murmured to herself.

K A I R O The river was restless tonight. I should’ve ignored it. My patrol was nearly finished, and the cliffs rarely carried anything but the roar of water and the stench of moss. But my wolf wouldn’t leave it. He prowled inside me, ears pinned, claws dragging against my chest. Go. His voice was sharp. Now. I followed the pull, boots crunching over loose stone until the roar grew louder, spraying mist against my skin. That was when the scent hit me—metallic, thick in the air. Blood.

​The "Feral-Reset" wasn't a bomb or a gas. It was a frequency—a "Primal-Scream" designed to trigger the most violent, unguided instincts of the Lycan biology. As the Architects activated the signal, Rhea felt her mind fracture. ​The "sweetness" of the pack-bond was replaced by a red haze of pure, mindless aggression. Her wolf didn't want to protect; it wanted to tear. It wanted to kill Marcus, to rip the throat out of Sela, to feast on the very people she had sworn to save.

They were Ferals, roaming the Reigns now with no hope of sanity or recovery. Plus the word Feral means you’re more dead than alive. Hence, these were dead people walking. It means my friends and loved ones are more damned than existent… with no hope of being saved. I’m alive now and not a Feral but I’m also damned. Damned to grief. Damned to anguish. Damn to helplessness. What am I going to do? Yes, I’ve killed the Dark One but his death didn’t compensate for the harm and destruction he had caused. His death didn’t remedy any of the damage he had done.

“Which is…in my opinion, even more suspicious than if there were.” “Why is that?” Merari asked. “Feral’s are called feral for a reason,” said Valene impatiently. “They’re mindless and they’re utterly controlled by their appetite for whatever they have a taste for. You of all people should know that.” there was obvious bitterness in her voice as she said this. Merari, instead of responding to her daughter, shifted her gaze, took a deep breath and looked at me. I could tell that she was upset by Valene’s harshness toward her. She was trying to tread lightly.