Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

"If you don't gently sit in a corner, I'll keep doing that. You ought to be sleeping in some area of the house by now, you fucking vampire. Even though you're an adult vamp, you've created more havoc in the past hour than a toddler." Marcelyn asked Darell, her arms crossed across her chest, "Are you not a toddler too?" "I'm done, you have no idea what a toddler is?" "Close it. It's a young child, so why won't I know that word?" Marcelyn retorted. "So why do you think I'm a toddler," I asked. I am the alpha werewolf of a pack and am twenty-five years old. Eight different clans altogether," he boasted. Marcelyn asked, "What year is this? "2022."

" I always go big for my girl, especially on her birthday. So this year, aside from getting her a heart locket necklace, with a picture of us when we were kids and the other photo we had taken it recently. “I also hired the famous country to sing her a few songs by the fire.” “Artist Brett Young." Maddy loves the guy, and I also chose him because he is one of the few werewolves that stay in the human world. But he is safe to bring to our pack since he’s our kind. Brett is from a pack in southern Ca. I’m looking forward to getting my wolf and meeting Maddy’s wolf too. Werewolves are born with their wolf. They cannot come out until they are nineteen. We can still bring our claws out and growl,

[Continuation from the last Chapter ]. Sliver POV The man walked in without any form of respect for him and his walking shape. I just view him all around but still, nothing Good is likely Jim, and am not sure if he's also a werewolf cause werewolf blood can't accept that kind of people seeing, his body is so dry like that of a stockfish kept under the sun nor oven month. I watched him how he tried bringing out extra words from the old lady's mouth which wasn't appropriate and right to do to an old woman. I just viewed more and thought about the words that would fit him better than saying his a stockfish.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

“Believe me, Mom, I’m fine. I just need to understand what is going on. What’s this place? Where are we?” With a sigh, her mother said, “Very well, I will explain everything you want to know if it will bring your mind back to the present. We are in Quandagh, our village. Your father is the head of this clan which consists of four packs of werewolf families. Presently, our supreme leader, Vak Smallchief is here with his family to witness the mating ceremony between his middle son, Danshak, and you.” “And the mating ceremony happened last night?”

I walked over and hugged her, "Just the human's rule about sex with underage." "We are werewolves! The human's rule should not apply to us!" Willa huffed in frustration, rolling her eyes. The coldness made her cheeks redder, like a delicious apple. "Well, the human's high school ends at 18, but ours at 19, so," I shrugged, "Would you rather prefer our timeline then?" I wouldn't have been able to wait for another year even if she wanted to.

I insisted. “On what.” “Werewolves,” I blurted out, standing up while staring at him. I did not miss the slight parting of his lips before he masked the surprise with concern. “Werewolves? Are you a fan of one of those werewolf horror movies? To be honest, I do like them a lot too. They’re better than the mushy romances teenagers are always writing about us.” “Us?” “Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.”

“When you have a mate, you don’t act like that! That I know for sure…” I see some regret, guilt, and anger in the werewolf’s eyes. “Tanya, I’m an adult werewolf, and I need to find sexual release. Nothing can happen between us yet for obvious reasons. I’m not a pervert or a child molester,” — every word he says wounds me and outrages me deep inside. He’s telling the truth, but it sounds disgusting, hurtful, and painful! “You’re still a child, and you don’t understand that adults need to satisfy their needs.”

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.