Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

“It’s a campus. Technically, I should be a university student according to the werewolves. They have their own rules. A female werewolf is considered an adult at the age of 16, male ones at 19. They…” I stopped speaking, realising what I just did. I glanced at my aunt. It looked like she didn’t listen to what I said. A relief! Maybe the purgatory made her deaf to anything I shouldn’t know at this moment. “Aunt?” “Hm?” she looked at me, her eyes shining.

She kept glancing at me with worried eyes. "I’m sorry a rejection has to happen to you right after your first shift," she said, her voice gentle and sympathetic. I nodded, keeping my lips sealed because I didn’t trust my voice not to crack. "I mean… he needs an heir," I said after a moment, trying to sound understanding. "We’re not even in the same age range, and I’m not legally an adult. I get why he’s doing this." Mrs. Edgar hummed thoughtfully. "Well, he also has his principles," she said. "Werewolves consider sixteen the proper age, but humans say eighteen. And honestly? That makes sense too. Plenty of us agree with that."

Jarek, my Beta, asked for what felt like the hundredth time today. I brushed off his question, my gaze still fixed outside. Lin, my wolf, simmered with unrest while my spirit remained battered and bruised. As the Alpha of the Boldbite pack since I turned 18, and now at 32, I still hadn’t found a mate. Crossing 30 without a mate was a dangerous threshold for a werewolf. Mates were ordained by the moon goddess, gifted with the power to rein in every male wolf. Any werewolf passing 30 without a mate usually succumbed to a wild transformation, becoming a rogue wolf. I had managed to contain it thus far, mainly due to my Alpha status. But my 33rd birthday loomed, and if I didn’t find a mate, the

I hurriedly put away the bucket of chicken feeding and ran behind her. Ever since the werewolves attacked years ago killing millions of people. Our new leader Bazaar who was the one in charge of this land informed us that there were not enough humans to put a stop to the werewolves and so to increase the number of people, as soon as females turns 18 our partner was chosen for us, and we females were obligated to have 6 or more children. If our wombs are unfruitful our husband has the authority to try and impregnate another female. The whole idea of it was sick for I wanted a love like my mom. I wanted a man within my life because both of us were in love, and not because we were chosen to be

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

V I am Ana, a rogue werewolf who has been on the run for years. I refused to follow the rules of my pack and their strict code of conduct, always longing for the freedom to live my life as I wanted. Becoming a rogue wolf seemed like the perfect solution, but it turned me into a fugitive, always running and never having a day of rest.

"What do you want to ask me?" He gled at my face and then said, "Sarah, since you work for my brother, you must know who he is, right?". "Yeah, a werewolf." I responded.. "But a cursed one, do you not know?". The look on his face darkened. His questions came off as suspicious, but despite that, I still answered him. "He told me... Is there anything else you want to know?".I did a dramatic pause before continuing... "Yeah, do you mind if I take a strain of your head?".He paused after his ridiculous request...

In essence, joining or not joining the club made little difference. Despite my seemingly perfect exterior, I carried two secrets. Firstly, I was not entirely human, I was a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but the most noble of the werewolf lineage, a white wolf. Secondly, I did not harbour affection for women. While I had engaged in relationships with women in the past, they never elicited any genuine response from me. As for men, those who pursued me were often too clingy for my liking, and any relationship with them ultimately dissolved—except for him.