Best Werewolf Romance Novels & Stories

she says sternly. I inch my head forward, nuzzling her neck. I wish I could talk in my wolf form. It is said that after fated mates make love, they can communicate telepathically. But there's no chance of that happening with Ava and I. She can't be my fated mate. Whoever heard of a Venusian Witch and a Werewolf being soul mates? The very notion is ridiculous. "We've had enough excitement in these past two days to last us a lifetime, haven't we?"

“A few visions and an old prophecy suddenly mean the world is ending?” Elder Miriam turns toward her sharply. “You speak because you do not know history,” the Elder says coldly. “The last bonded pair nearly destroyed the Northern Kingdoms.” That catches my attention immediately. “There were others?” I ask. The Elder nods slowly. “Yes.” My stomach tightens. “How many?” “Only three recorded cases in werewolf history,” she says quietly. “And all ended in bloodshed.” Jasmine visibly pales beside me. I immediately place a steadying hand against her lower back before turning back toward the Elder.

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

If you’re like me, there’s nothing else you love more than ignoring all your adult responsibilities and reading trashy werewolf romances, like this one, “Torn Between Two Alphas: A Werewolf Romance Tragedy”. That’s why I almost missed the red “Join Call” button when it blinked at me, because I was too busy watching the Alpha on page thirty-three slam his hand into a tree and declare You’re mine. I barked out a laugh mid-chew and nearly lost a Dorito crumb up my nose, trying not to die of cringe as I swiped to the next page on my screen.

Guards whispered among themselves, their attention flicking toward the forest, where shadows moved unnaturally, like water flowing against the wind. I stood on the balcony of my room, staring at the treeline. The dream I had the previous night disturbed me, seeing Ethan in my dream unnerved me. I get the whole idea that Damien was not truthful with me because, as werewolves, we only get one mate. Right? My wolf stirred beneath my skin, echoing the unease I felt deep inside. Bella appeared beside me without knocking, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Her eyes were serious, unreadable, yet filled with concern.

He hesitated for a while before nodding" she gave him a heartfelt smile as she jumped from the rooftop down. Jason looked at the daring woman as he jumped as well. She took off her clothes in the woods and placed them somewhere safe. She turned to watch Jason as he didn't do the same. There was the sound of bones cracking as they turned into full wolfs. She had seen beautiful wolfs, but the pure black wolf was beautiful. She turned into a brown wolf. It was a normal color for most of the female wolves. There was a rare wolf in the world. The silver-white wolf. It had been years since one had been seen. It was the most powerful of the female and could compete with the Alphas and most powerful

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.

It was nice having another wolf so casually trade scents. “Sure,” Wren agreed. “What’s a marathon?” Zain explained as they stepped into the hotel. He could hear Jackson and Kia in the dining room so he made his way there while Zain left to shower. Jackson’s heart was a little faster than usual and his smile was a little too big, almost fake, when Wren leaned down for a kiss. That was fine. Jackson was busy now that he had so many wolves he was taking care of. His smiles had been a little more tense. There small dark circles under his eyes most days. Wren didn’t know what he could do to help, so he settled for this. Open affection, not asking for anything more than being together. Jackson’s s

I need to take a shower to wash the dirt and I know the hot water will calm down Kieran and help me relax a little bit. I sighed relieved thinking that I found her and she is going to be okay. That's all that matters. I honestly don’t know why I am acting like this, why I am so invested in this girl. The fact that she might be a werewolf gives me hope even though I know the grey wolf is the mate Moon Goddess sent. Can I hope she is the grey wolf? I shook my head knowing that was impossible. I would have known if she was the grey wolf, I would have been able to smell her, Kieran would have been able to reach her wolf and she wouldn’t have so many injuries….

I plan to surprise everyone with my superior strength when the time comes. For the sexual part, I used to be a loser. Nobody dares to get on with me. My royalness intimidates most of the she-wolves in the pack. Unmated ones are forbidden. There are many widows after the war, but very few survived from being vargulf. I was becoming agitated without sex when Marina came along. She used to be an Omega, a widow of a spy hunter werewolf. A day after the news of her mate's death, I started courting her. I try to attract her, chase her, follow her around as a persuasive suitor should. Later on, she gave in and we became a couple. We both know we do not love each other the way mates do, but at least