Bitten Wolves Novels & Stories

Riyan sighed in relief when the panting chest of Jett came to view but the bloody sight of a fresh wound on his upper arm caught his attention. “He’s been Bitten,” Ace thought out loud, his green pupils glowing with worry while recalling the awful feeling he felt when he was bitten. A bite from these wolves was a death wish and he was a witness to that. His gaze averted to the side, where the three remaining opponents of Jett stood in their bulky form, eyes flaming, hands clenched to a fist. Three were gone, the remaining three seemed more wicked than the others with the way their wicked black eyes appeared to glint under the silvery moon.

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

As they were all werewolves, it was their nature to be dominant and animalistic. They were fighting to take control. As Elsa’s gaze slid sideway for a second, she saw as a group of woman had pinned down a lone wolf and were assaulting her the same way that they were assaulting Maya. The woman underneath them was struggling and snapping at them like an animal but her strength was nothing compared to the group of women that had overpowered her and were now feasting on her body. Elsa’s gaze went back to her new discovery. Her thumb slid down to that hole. She pinched Maya’s clit and then her index finger slid down to that tiny hole. She massaged the tiny pee hole softly.

The night was dark and cold in Banglador, but it was colder and darker in Malkouth. It was nearing dawn by the time that the wolves had finished their hunting expedition and returned to their dens. There was a time when the pack had all come to rest together after a night's activities, but Balthazar had put an end to that when the wolves had begun to turn against their own kind.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forge

His smile was soft yet his eyes dark. “Right, okay.” I got off him, settled at his side and then bit his neck. I felt nothing and he turned to me with a smile. “That’s cute,” he said. “Although, I was thinking of a different kind of bite.” ‘Grace, what are the types of bites?’ I asked my wolf. If there was anything I did not know, I asked Grace and I figured I was missing important information in all this bite talk. Why did his biting me get me turned on and me biting him made him chuckle?

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

There was blood everywhere and several dead wolves lay, their bodies mangled beyond repair. I attacked a huge bronze wolf who was going to attack Aiden's brown wolf from behind. He turned around just in time which took me by surprise. He snapped his snout in my face and I prevented being bitten by crashing into his body. He growled at my face and I lunged at his leg, biting away a huge piece of muscle. The wolf whimpered and staggered on his feet. I growled again and jumped at him. I bit his neck and applied enough pressure to subdue him. He fell to the ground and I huffed in disgust as I noticed my white fur coated in blood.