Bored Gay Werewolf Novels & Stories

Tom lay on the bed, one leg in a cast, the lines of pain in his face soft with sleep. “Dad?” Jake shook him gently. Tom blinked, focused. “Jake? What the hell—” “I’m getting you both out.” “Out of what?” “You wouldn’t believe me. We have to go—now.” Gunfire barked downstairs. Tom went pale. “What was that?” “Trouble.” Jake reached the window—and stalled. The backyard was full of werewolves. They flowed over fences, through them, eyes catching moonlight like coals. “Oh, shit.”

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

He could perceive her lavendar scented shampoo, her vanilla extract soap and even her arousal which seemed to drive him insane. He felt like he was going crazy, it was uncanny that he'd feel this way towards anyone after being rejected. Just days ago, he had been forced out of bed by his parents. Yet here he was, being driven wild by desire for a stranger. It had never happened before, most werewolves tend to go crazy and become weak when rejected not get aroused by a stranger who detests their kind.

He is disappointed, angry…and he took out his anger in a rage. Where did Randu go? He had a feeling that Randu is kidnapped…yes he kept repeating it, even though deep down he knew, and Boro kept saying that Randu had run away from him, enjoying a more beautiful life. Even Boro made fun of him, that he would become a mate-less man…and that is the greatest curse for werewolves. Then where should he go looking for? Meanwhile, their scent dissipated quickly, because the fog suddenly came. Burdak went on a rampage and destroyed everything around him.

And when I saw those other people walk away, I told Tyler to hang back while I walked over to Zane. “Sadie. It’s good to see you again. Where’s Tristan?” He asked, looking around. But he saw Tyler staring back at him instead. “That’s Tyler. The scary one. I need to ask you something.” I said. “Sure.” He said. “You said that you don’t have a mate yet. But I know that you’re gay.” I said. “Yeah. Gay werewolves also find mates.” He said. “Is Tristan your mate?” I asked.

Her beliefs when it comes to the blessings of the Goddess are pretty strong. Every werewolf is brainwashed into believing that finding a mate will be the most exciting thing that will ever happen to them. They tried it on me as well, and as a child, I believed it, but luckily, I fazed out of this scam. I would rather find someone to love on my own than be forced to be with the one chosen by the Goddess (if there is anyone to start with).

Though I knew there was no point lying , Garrett finding out that I actually killed Dylan , was a piece of cake for him. "Too bad then .... because I was proud of you when I heard those stories. " My mouth gaped open at Garrett's words , I looked at my father and he looked as confused as I was. Garrett dropped the cigarette in the ash tray beside him and sat forward , "You see , one of the most important things a true powerful werewolf should have is an image , an identity. People should fear you , shudder at the mention of your name , you should be intimidating, ruthless. These stories would do great to improve your image. " He sat back and lit another cigarette , "And that's the kind of so

Gaynore standing by the entrance. Hands inside his pocket, Chandler smiled at the doctor. “Hello, Dr. Gaynore.” The smile on his lips wasn’t a good sign for Dr. Gaynore. Gaynore is a Salutary wolf in Wayne packs. He is a herbal wolf who heal and take care of the ill and inured. He has no magic or powers, and he couldn’t shape shift anymore that’s why he’s started to grow old physically at the age of 102. As his disguise, he’s working as normal doctor in general surgery department.

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

“What do you mean? Make your pets shift to their human forms? You have werewolves who serve you?” The man’s laughter rolled over her like a slimy black cloud. “Oh yes. My pets are werewolves but they are mindless robots. You know what a lobotomy is? Well, if you take a werewolf and perform a lobotomy with a silver spike, but you leave the spike inside they are unable to heal the damage and they grow simple-minded and easy to control.”