Erotic Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

“I didn't know werewolves could mate with another kind” I was surprised and relieved that he wasn't angry that I kept the information about Jovita from him, rather he was more interested in the sexual aspect. “I didn't know any other kind existed aside from werewolves and cold ones”, I replied. “Hmm”, Eric replied, his mind far away in some weird world fucking a hot blond witch. I chuckled at his thoughts as we entered my car. I needed to find Jovita and explain all this to her. She had every right to know who she was, werewolf or witch.

This story contains mature themes, profanity, some violence and drug use, and sexual content not intended for young readers. P.S. Not your typical werewolf romance story. Let's un-cliché the cliché again! Enjoy ❤ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - EXCERPT FROM BOOK I [PREVIEW ONLY] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - × 2:42AM ×

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.

CHAPTER 32 LINK WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! Werewolves are sex-driven maniacs, every chance that they get, they would take it and have sex with their mates. Especially those who have an Alpha’s blood running through their veins.

“All except Josh and some new guy named Paul who is fifteen like Josh.” “Well, at least he has some morals,” I mused. “No,” Cindy said. “He has them sit in the room and watch so that they can learn what needs to be done to assure impregnation.” “There’s a method?” I said with confusion. Kenton cleared his throat. “Werewolves emit a type of sexual venom through oral sex that not only acts as an aphrodisiac, but it boosts the probability of pregnancy by five-hundred percent.” “Do they really need tutoring for oral sex?” I asked as I recalled all of the fun that I had exploring with my boyfriend back in Chicago.

“Why are they so scared of extermination? Wolf blood witches weren’t supposed to be in the first place. This bloodline was formed as a result of a forbidden love affair between a werewolf and a witch.” Gabriel said. He had an expression that Minx wasn’t familiar with. “I know this story already. What exactly are you driving at?” Minx said.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised – triggers for non-consensual undertones in fantasy context, size difference, and intense power play. This is going to be a long series. Enjoy ;) CHAPTER ONE

When I was very young, I remember my late mother crying and cursing Silas Sterling for nearly taking my father's life. Even though we are "aggressive" werewolves, over the years the tensions between both packs gradually diminished. Through conversations and promises, peace was finally achieved between the Ironhowl and Grayfang packs, a long-awaited truce that would be celebrated in Seattle, at a party my father organized in one of my pack's mansions, the most anticipated event among the werewolves of Washington. Thanks to that gathering, I met the werewolf who makes me die of desire, Silas Sterling.