Books About Werewolves Romance Novels & Stories

“Ember and I share the fated mate bond. It is the most sacred connection in the wolf world, a destiny gifted to us by the Moon Goddess herself.” His voice grew louder, more confident. “I admit, we’ve had our issues. But the thread of fate can never be broken. Deep in her wolf soul, she will always belong to me.” He looked at me, his eyes burning with a twisted possessiveness. “No outside force can change that. Not even you, Your Highness.” The moment he finished, a faint sound, like glass shattering, broke the silence. The crystal wine glass in Lucian’s hand simply ceased to exist, crumbling into a fine, glittering dust that sifted through his fingers to the floor.

The difficult decision came full circle when she almost took her seven-year-old brother’s life under the shining moonlight two weeks ago. April Rose couldn’t believe the fact that she’s a werewolf out of all the hideous creatures of the night when she could easily be anything other than the hairy monster. In the depths of her mind, she could be a cunning trickster of a witch or a vicious bloodsucking vampire. Perhaps she could also be a simple mortal human being, just like her crush, Jesse. Jesse was the first ever guy to show a bit of interest in her when almost every other guy in her high school was visibly disgusted by the way she dresses herself, the way she smells, and the way she’s not

No matter who they were or what Pack they came from, how cute or ugly they looked or how rich and poor they were, it didn't matter to me, they were all the same. My boyfriends existed in my fantasy novels, they were my night and shining armour and they loved me wholeheartedly for who I am in the inside not because of the strength of my Pack. My books taught me all I needed to know about about a man and a women who are inlove, their chemistry especially after their first mating night. So I really am not a complete novice when it comes to situations like this, it's just that I haven't had any physical experiences so it's weird and moreover I don't exactly know exactly how he feels about me. "H

“It happened, about a week ago.” “But—but how? What was it I saw. What are these things I keep seeing?” "It's okay, my lady. You had a vision, a glimpse of the past," she explained. Fel looked at her in disbelief. "A vision? But how? I'm a werewolf, not a witch," she said, her voice quivering. Miranda nodded in agreement. "I know, my lady. It's quite unusual for a werewolf to have such a gift. But we will figure it out, I promise."

The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy. But at the same time, I wanted him. Moon goddess help me. I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates. They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored. None of them had mentioned pain like this. None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute. That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.

Huge is an understatement of how the library looks. “You're cute.” Billie says, looking at me softly. I ignore her and run to the first section of books. They are so pretty laid out that I don't want to stain them with my touch. I've found my spot here. “Where can I find books on wolves?” “Come with me,” Billie leads us to another section at the end of the library. I wonder why it's this far. “Humans with wolves are called werewolves and werewolves are blessed with a second half which are called soulmates,” she plucks out different books and places them on the small coffee table.

I frowned. "Werewolves are highly disciplinary creatures. Our bloodline kept running from the start of time because we followed strict rules of hierarchy and discipline. For every werewolf, there's a mate. It is appointed by the Moon Goddess when they are 20 years old. There is only one mate in every wolf's life." "How do they find each other?" I asked.

Vincent chuckled along with Lucifer. On other hand she was rolling on the bed here and there. She was sleepless and to top it off those hybrids were not leaving her mind. She was constantly thinking about those three men, why was their scent so capturing, their eyes were so mesmerizing. Huffing she finally decided to read some book because she knew that sleep won't grace her. 'Why can't I stop thinking about them...' She chose one of the book from her collection. 'Werewolves and mate' she read the title and decided to read the love story of some magical creatures.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.

Most werewolves found their mates at 18 years but they were also late bloomers who get to meet their mates much later! The worst was for those who crossed 25 years and had no mates, most times they just ended up mating with a partner whose own true mates died or were also mateless!! For Hola it was so much more, she could finally get to see Archer again!! It was such a beautiful morning and I wanted it to remain so, that nothing or anyone can ruin today for me!! I was rather proud of myself for waking up early, too early probably because it was just 6:00 am and I had about 2 hours to prepare to join the girls...