Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

Turning around to face him, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Look, it seems you don't know a thing about werewolf stuff, so let me educate you. Eighteen is not a child, it's a fruitful age. When she-wolves turn eighteen, they can find their mate and bear a pup. Child wouldn't do that, right? So again, I'm not a child, I'm an adult." He copied my stance, crossing his arms on his chest and my eyes betrayed me for looking at his biceps as it tightened. Damn, why does that look so good?

I hesitated to tell her more, but it would be better if I got it all out. “Hope, there’s more,” I said. She immediately looked wary. “I know I said I was ready for your secrets, but I’m not sure I really am,” she confessed. “This one is a good one,” I said with a smile, praying that she would see it that way. She looked at me expectantly. “Werewolves get their wolf at eighteen. After that, their wolf is always looking for their mate. We mate with just one wolf, someone that the moon goddess picked for us. It’s called fated mates.”

Like most werewolf council meeting rooms, my seat being the alpha is in the middle with the others all around the room in a circle, whenever a presenter or a witness is brought they stand in the middle of the room facing me and giving the elders their sides. “What did you find?” He is in his late twenties, at least he looks like that since we can’t exactly tell wolves' ages just by looking at them and especially not in their human form. Unlike in books and movies where only the vampires don’t age and they only stay in the age they were turned, werewolves more or less stop aging in their early teens or twenties after they shift.

“I got supporting materials from the library. Besides, I’ve attended more weddings from different cultures than you can imagine. I have firsthand experience.” “Wow.” Curiosity sparked in her eyes as she absorbed his words. “Were you ever human—or were you born a werewolf vampire?” “I was born this way,” he replied easily. “I stopped aging physically at twenty-seven. The same goes for the rest of my pack, though we all stop aging at different times.” He smirked again. “Please don’t faint this time.” For the first time, Arda managed a smile, albeit a reserved one. It came straight from her heart.

’ ‘I love you too Luna’ Closing the link he thought back to Luna growing up, Werewolves grow up much quicker than humans, within four years they become adults and then the aging process stops. Werewolves lived for hundreds of years and did not begin to ‘age’ until they were over 200 years old some even longer, he was only sixty, still considered a youngster by some, although at times with the weight of his responsibilities, he felt much older.

His clan was not only the biggest clan but also the leading clan. He followed Logan to one of the entrances of the Tongass forest. The open field was crowded with werewolves, there must have been at least a thousand of them. They all came from different corners of the country to be here. The mate hunt was one of the year’s main events for the werewolf clans. From the age of 21 wolves were permitted to join the mate hunt. You had to be 21 because your wolf had matured from that age, and you were ready to transform. When Noah walked into the field it immediately became quiet. They all made a path for him and bowed their heads in respect. His clan was feared and respected for a good reason.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

She starts to undress while Dax watches. "You just gonna stand there and watch?" Tamera asked. "Oh yeah!" Dax smiled. And that's exactly what he did. After all her clothes were off, she climbed into the tub. Then watched as Dax stripped. He climbed in behind her and pulled her back against his front. They sat and relaxed like that for a few minutes before Tamera decided to speak. "So, tell me more about how this human werewolf thing works." Tamera said. "It's not so different than human marriages. The main difference is we mate for life, and we don't cheat on our mates." Dax explained.

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front. His growling heavily and he was looking at Accalia differently. It seems that he was not in his right mind. Rogues are werewolves that either have been kicked out of their pack or left on their own free will but some of them weren't in their right mind and only wants to kill or eat anything, just like a human. The eyes of the werewolf turned darker, which means his action will be more aggressive and he wouldn't care even if he would get wounds or be killed. Just like what Accalia encountered before... This Rogue only wants to kill her.