Fanfiction Werewolf Novels & Stories

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

That's just how the affair between the both of us began. Whilst everything was going on, I increased my efforts in turning everyone else against you but it didn't seem to be enough as once again, my plan was nearly thwarted by the arrival of the Lycan King." Xianna narrated, her hands turning into fists at the end. Just when I think I've heard the most preposterous thing, Xianna manages to surprise me by dropping another dumbfounding revelation. She killed my child and made my husband believe I was responsible and as if that's not enough, she used the terrible situation to her advantage and got into a relationship with him.

Chapter 4: forbidden love Skylar froze in fear as she looked at the wolf. It was unlike any wolf she had ever seen before. Its fur was a deep shade of black, and its eyes glowed an eerie shade of red. She could see that it was not a regular wolf. She was surprised by the transformation although it wasn't a full moon. The wolf growled menacingly, its eyes fixed on Skylar. Skylar froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to turn back and run away, but before she could, the wolf jumped on her, pinning her to the ground with a snarl.

hear the ripples of the river. Almost there. My adrenaline is kicking in fast, making me prepared for danger. I can see the river from afar. Finally. Just a little bit more Alice. You'll be tasting your freedom. My leg hits a plank and I fall hard to the ground. Again. "Arghhhh," I yell. The dagger falls away from my grip. I crawl on the ground, searching for it. It's too dark to see it clearly. My body shakes. I fall flat on the ground. What is happening? I grip my head hard to ease the stinging ache. I'm screaming in pain on the ground. Something is happening to me. My screams turn to growls. I feel my bones shift and twist beneath my skin. The pain is excruciating. My muscles bulge and e

Little did she know that this encounter with Lysandra and the halfling named Alex would mark the beginning of an extraordinary journey—one that would test her loyalties, unravel ancient secrets, and lead her to discover her true potential as a vampire noble. In the distant woods of Netherndel, a figure prowled amidst the shadows, its movements swift and silent. This creature was no ordinary vampire or celestial being but a werewolf, a supernatural entity cursed with a dual nature. Astrid was her name, a young werewolf burdened with a heavy heart. For years, she had struggled to control the beast within her, the insatiable hunger that plagued her existence. The nights were the hardest, as the

She dared not hope for more in fear of being disappointed again. "What will you do now?" He wondered. "I am sure there will be someone else to like." She lied. She was not sure. William went back to reading his book. "Is it frightening?" she wondered. "No. It is sad." He seemed so engrossed in it and read it with a frown on his face. Angelica was becoming too curious, but didn't want to interrupt him. When he finally fell asleep she took the book and began to read it. It was about a man and a monster. Both trapped in the same body. Both being each other's companions in sorrow and pain. The man was tortured. He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having mo

Shade bared his teeth, his black-and-red fur bristling, the moonlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the grounds a sanctuary, the thrill a shared instinct. Mara and Jasper moved to the right, their wolves Ember and Boulder stalking silently, their russet and tawny fur blending into the shadows, their amber eyes glowing with hunger, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on their fur, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. Mara grinned, her brown eyes blazing with excitement, her voice a whisper, the moonlight illuminating her face, the thrill of the hunt a mirror to the fire in her veins, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame.

As she carefully stroked my member once more, a soft, exploratory touch, I finally understood the sudden shift. Her understanding of werewolf sex drive limited to what her friends, Anna and Amy, might have tried to explain. At the moment, she was realizing the stark difference between human males and a werewolf’s aroused form. Her friends, equally green, had chimed in with half-baked advice and nervous laughter, none of them grasping what it truly meant but now, with my straining erection filling her hand, she knew this was vastly different from anything she’d ever seen in online videos.

Like he said it wasn’t his story to tell. “I’m not going to stop you from leaving but I am going to say this. Talk to your gran”. “Why would I need to talk to my gran?”. I asked. “Because Leah, it’s her story to tell”. “What?”. A sigh fell from his lips as he ran a hand over his face. “Your mom wasn’t human sweetheart. She too was a werewolf”. My breath caught in my throat. What? No, she, my gran was human, my gramps was human.

I was standing in a vast, white realm of stars and light. Then, she appeared. From the edge of my vision, a creature began to form. She was massive, larger than any Alpha wolf or lycan I had ever seen. Her fur wasn't just white; it was a reflection of the moon itself. Her eyes were two silver knobs, ancient and beautiful. The White Wolf. She didn't growl. She moved to stand in front of me, towering over my frail frame. She stared deep into my eyes and I felt my soul vibrate. I was in awe of her beauty. I wasn't "wolfless." I was the host for something this glorious.