Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

18+ ONLY. The shaft pierced me, sliding home with minimal resistance, I am shamed to admit. I cried out as both woman and wolf as he filled me. I wasn’t even sure which member of the Pack it was and he was fucking me bare with the burning intent to get me with child. I was helpless to resist. I could only lie there on my belly as he humped me vigorously, mindlessly. I felt his knot swell inside me and I wailed despairingly even as pleasure swept over me, again and again like waves of the sea. My body sang for him to unload his nut inside me. The others gathered round, panting and drooling, cocks hard and dripping at the ready as they awaited their turn with me. My pussy opened all the more

“Why don’t you try again? This time, suck my cock better.” He bent down, leaning close to my ear, and growled in his wolf voice, “Open that pretty mouth of yours!”

Werewolves had incredibly sharp hearing ability for a reason. “Fine. I’ll do something. But I also have something to ask of the king.” Aurora said. “And what could that be?” She asked me. “That I will stay here for as long as I want.” She paused, and I thought hard for some seconds before replying to her but she held up her hand at me to interrupt what I wanted to say. “Without the normal screening. I won’t harm anyone, I swear. I only need a place to hide my head for the time being.” She added.

I saw Adrian's face pale in the rearview mirror. Even though I am the Alpha Prince, Drud is not a wolf to be fucked with, and I'm not saying it to stroke my ego. He is the legendary Ember Dire Werewolf, the fourth after five generations had passed. His coat is black and red, exactly like burning embers. He is twice the size of a normal werewolf and can force any wolf into submission, whether it is a pureblood or half-breed. Drud can also turn humans into werewolves. It's the first thing Drud and I want to do to Laura, whilst me mate.

We had all decided to stay in the city for a couple of days to get away from the normal routine. Ares jolts me out of my daze, he has been annoying me most the night. I can feel him pacing back and forth, restless and uneasy. “MATE” . His voice is so loud I feel like my head is going to explode. The glass I had just finished is suddenly shattered. This draws the attention of all my party. I quickly let them know I am fine through the mind link. Jacob looks at me with curiosity but knows not to ask any questions. I stand up and walk to the railing of the platform. “What did you just say?” I am in disbelief, after all this time she is here in the one place I didn’t want to come too. Werewolves

As the light drains away from the sky, leaving almost all shadow invisible, the moon perceptibly peaks, replacing the sunrays of its glow. Surging breeze created rustling sound of trees in the woods, grasses on the ground, and birds chirping along with it. Discernible howl from the council leader, beta Marcus, gathered the Moon Stone pack in the amphitheater made of centuries stones which they called the Paramount. This revered place is where werewolves come of age, receiving their print for normal wolves, and the beginning of their first turn – normally at the age of sixteen.

Ava's pov) The morning of my eighteenth birthday arrived far too quickly than I would have liked. The early morning sun filtered into my room from my window as I stared up at the cracked ceiling above my bed. The selection was today. Right on my birthday. Every year the werewolves go to the few remaining human settlements scattered around the continent to take humans who have just turned 18 to work as their servants until they are 50 or if you are lucky enough to have a good ‘master’ — as they love to refer to themselves, who would let you start a family in a settlement close to the pack but you'd still come to their houses every day to work.

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.