Best Spicy Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

The wound had been deep, I remembered the pain. My eyes fell on the book Dien had left behind. It was bound in ancient leather, its pages yellowed with age. "Supernatural Beings: The Lost Histories of Werewolf Kind" was etched in fading gold letters on the spine. My hands trembled as I opened it to where Dien had been reading. The chapter title made my heart stop: "The Golden Wolves of the Ancient World." In all my years of reading about werewolves, I'd never encountered anything about golden wolves. I devoured the words on the page, each sentence making my breath come faster. Golden hair that seemed to glow... heightened senses beyond even normal werewolves... extraordinary healing abilitie

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

He answered which made sure that he wasn’t a werewolf. Very well, werewolves have got their company, their house, and even the staff in the Amber City. I never heard the werewolves being this rich. The property and the power the beta had was maybe more than Alpha does. Or maybe they really have got rich these days. Then I thought I need to go through them too now. And I don’t think Spencer knows about them. “You don’t need to say sorry. I was just asking out of curiosity. You don’t need to enclose any information if you have no idea.” Passing him the one copy of the original contract to him, I said him smiling a bit.

We finally arrived at a grand hall of the pack, the ceiling lost in darkness and fear. The room was filled with wolves of different kind, their eyes were fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility washing over them. At the far end of the dark shadows pack hall, I saw Crystal, her eyes blazing with jealousy and malice. She was flanked by two burly wolves, their faces twisted into snarls which give me huge fear . "Ah, Lyra Jasper from the Cresent Moon pack," Crystal spat, her voice dripping with venom and malice toward me.

In that split second he hesitates, whatever it was that made that noise knocks Everest off me. I catch a whiff of its scent, and I gasp. No goddess, not him. Anyone here but him. I struggle to roll on my aching side and try to catch the fight. I rest in my blood, panting, and spot who I hoped never to see in a place like this. He has Everest pinned under him. The BloodFang Beta wriggles so viciously that I nearly feel sorry for him. Nearly. My heart fills with dread as the wolf over Everest snaps into Everest’s neck without hesitation.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"

Maybe she could ask Zoran if she could spend a couple of hours here every day. Walking down the isles, she noticed all kinds of books. Some on witchcraft, others on vampires, elves, unicorns, dragons.. everything she’s ever read a fantasy book about, there was plenty of information on it. Just as she was going back to the first floor to wait on Zoran, she saw it. The werewolf section. She couldn’t control herself. She had already glanced at all the other books but those. Slowly, she made her way over, looking at all the titles and covers. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, her fingertips grazed the spine as a hand grabbed her wrist.

I fought a loosing battle with my wolf and in the end I had give in to the temptation, skipping quickly down the stairs to meet her when she was unaware like a love struck teenager. Why her scent was so strong and intoxicating to only me is still very puzzling and difficult to understand. Only mates were this intoxicated by each others scents or perhaps was a very strong portion prepared by some powerful witches to make my destruction come through the confusion of loving different women. Then I have to find those witches and give each and every one of them a painful death for making me waste my time that I should be investing in taking over the investment that the annoying organization is co

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."