Adult Werewolf Novels & Stories

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

“So?” He took a deep breath and decided to say it in one go, “You know werewolves are -um-like-animals too…”I blinked at him several times in confusion but he continued, “Any werewolf over the age of 24 goes through rut and heat too. The females have heat cycles and the males go through rut! I mean, the unmated ones do. If you’re mated it works differently but if you’re unmated over the age of 24 you get these mating cycles to cope up with the absence of mate and wolves spend that time with a sex partner.” He gulped, “It’s important to do that…” He looked away. I wondered why he was telling me that all of the sudden, “You’re twenty one right?” I asked as I tilted my face slightly.

She was sure she must have blushed by now. "19 years difference with me," said Arva. "You are still very young, Princess," said Dafa. He recalled the age of the werewolf he knew. The average age has reached 350 years and over, just like him.

At least not in this life. Werewolves come of age at the age of fifteen for boys and sixteen for girls. It is the age when a werewolf can shift for the first time. The age they become completely one with their wolf. And if the child is extremely slow, then eighteen is the latest. If after eighteen, and a werewolf still isn't able to shift, then it is considered that they had been rejected by their wolf. Most werewolves who encounter such situations are never able to shift in their life. They are slow and usually have a defect. They either become deaf, blind or even paralyzed.

The lead judge hesitated, but after a moment, after the flush in his face had faded a bit, he nodded. “I may be under twenty-five, but I am not a child,” I began, my voice steady. “The law recognizes werewolf minors for the sake of pack structure and governance. But for all intents and purposes it is a formality. I have a job. I attend a renowned master's program. I was old enough to confirm a chosen mate in ceremony. I am an adult. And no adult should have to fight this hard just to live their own life. And --”

So, I want to know River and Sage as individuals and ensure they know I am someone they could speak with. River looked lost in contemplation for a while as we stood in silence. “I dunno. I like messing with people. But you haven’t reacted. This is the first time you’ve said something, and we’ve been saying shit since you got here.” “I see. There doesn’t have to be a deeper meaning than that. But it is something to think about. To ask yourself. Because you will be an adult soon, depending on your birthday. As in the werewolf community, we are considered adults when we awaken our wolves.” I nodded.

He didn't hear this part of the plan. “You've heard right, Alpha," Panton said. “You are in your late twenties and without a mate. By law of our pack, the elders can choose a mate for you." He grinned. “Our guests can come out now." A werewolf in his late 40s to early 50s stepped from the shadows. He was followed by a she-wolf around his age, then a younger one around Athena's age.

I would ask for those pages after the marriage. ‘A little patience would cause no harm, right?’, I asked myself but didn’t get any response in return. ‘Is it possible that I could be a werewolf? But I am already 23 years old. A werewolf shifts at their 18th birthday. Or maybe just because my mother’s wolf had left her before my birth, turning her into a human, even I could be a human?’ I kept thinking about all the possibilities. I didn’t realize that it was evening already until I heard the door of my room getting opened and a few unfamiliar faces walked into my room with the wedding gown and the make-up.

Why do I not have a mate at this age? I must tell you before proceeding further into my story and my life; do discard whatever lore you have heard and learned. My world is more different than anything you have come to know. Werewolves age slowly, and for that, our growth is slow as well. The age considered as mature in my lands is twenty-one for females, and twenty-five for males. The Goddess has made it so that our mates will always be older than us, and we do not mate until we have reached the required age.