Fanfiction Werewolf Novels & Stories

| HAILEY | Xavier’s eyes shifted, ocean blue fading into molten gold. The air around us thickened, alive with wild energy. His wolf had taken control. “Turn around now!” a low, rumbling growl tore from Xavier’s chest. I didn't hesitate. Rolling onto my back, I sank into the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My breath hitched as I hooked my hands behind my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, exposing my pussy completely to Xavier’s predatory gaze.

“I know everything. I know what a mate is, I know who you are or rather… what you are.” “What… how? No… he didn't. How did you find out,” she grabbed my hand aggressively. “I guess it's time for me to drop the act. I'm done playing nice with you,” she drew closer her voice low and threatening. A chilling smile spread across her face. “I’m a werewolf, Auriana. We're alone in this room, and no one’s here to stop me. I could do whatever I wanted with you—” she snapped her fingers close to my face, “—just like that.”

Anders starts, his voice soft and sad. For the last twenty years a sickness has been plaguing wolves across the region, slowly eating away at their clan and pack bonds until they forget who they are, where they are form and are unable to shift back to their human form – essentially becoming wolves and rogues, but without the inherent rogue violent tendencies.

Caroline put her foot ahead then her mind said, " Hey! What are you doing? How can you believe in a stranger and that also in a guy." She again put her leg back. "Why are you thinking so much? Just get inside before he changes his mind to give you lift and leave you here alone. You're already a werewolf, brave daughter of a strong alpha of a pack." Her heart persuaded her. "So what if you're a werewolf? Nowadays, humans are more monsters than werewolves. " her mind warned her. "Oie.. Caroline flustered and uttered, " both of you stop fighting." She said so loudly that he got confused too and muttered to himself, " Both? " and he looked around out of the car from the window, " who's the other

She’s even dreaming of something and is now smiling like crazy. “Hmm haha ​​sheriously? You’re a werewolf?! Hmmm… Jax is a werewolf…” she said to her sleep.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Different, yes, my brothers and their mothers often referred to my mother and me as different. My father appeared to be a responsible, tolerant Alpha of the Blue River Pack, but in reality, he was very greedy and selfish. He had both the mate given by the Moon Goddess, Mrs. Willow, and my human mother as his wives, making his two wives the gossip topic among the werewolves.

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The remaining participants in the dark ceremony were captured and swiftly brought to justice, their treachery leading to their execution. Arayah, gravely wounded but clinging to life, was nursed back from the edge of death by the combined efforts of the werewolf healers and the regenerative power of vampire blood. Slowly, she emerged from the depths of despair, her resilience proving unyielding. Months passed, and the wounds of the kingdom began to heal. The vampires, now integrated into the werewolf society, coexisted harmoniously. Arayah and Prince Amareux, their love stronger than ever, were coronated as the new Alpha King and Queen, their union symbolizing the unity of the two races.

The creature was unlike anything Cruella had ever seen all the days of her life around the pack. It wasn’t a typical werewolf, but something twisted, something darker and Stronger. Its fur was a sickly shade of gray, matted and filthy, and its eyes glowed with an unnatural yellow light. The creature’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight, longer and sharper than any wolf’s she had ever seen, and its claws were stained with the blood of something long dead. Liam’s eyes narrowed, the familiar fire of the Alpha flashing in them. “You’re not welcome here, Raze.”