Female Werewolf Novels & Stories

The man replied as he remembered that horrible place. " They divide women according to their age. Women in their forties are forced to work as nannies for the children and younger girls are forced to work as breeders. They're raping the young girls and making them carry their children but the women's are weak due to lack of nourishment and most of them die during childbirth because it's difficult for a human to birth a werewolf pup but those who survive this are forced to have more children or are forced to work as pleasure provider for the other wolves.

"From what I have noticed, you have every power to decide on what you want to do inside this room." "Of course, I do! But it would be mannerless to start making decisions in another man's roof." "Show yourself," Blackwheel said, trying to avoid getting into an unfruitful argument with Woman. "With pleasure! I am going to do as you have instructed me," Woman said. Blackwheel watched as Woman appeared from the ceiling, walking slowly and carefully as she transformed from a werewolf into a human. Her blonde hair was long and curly, and danced around her back as she moved closer to him.

"Presenting Princess Sapphire Cline and Charles Gordon." "Mate." My wolf Fenris makes himself known. He basically growled out that word. In walks the most amazing looking woman I have ever seen. She has fire-red hair. And finally, it dawned on me he said the princess. O my goodness my mate is the vampire princess.

He howled in pain but we covered his mouth with a cloth. When we knew he was subdued we turned our attention to the woman. What we didn't expect was when she tackled us in her wolf form. Pathetic, we thought and jumped up. She came barraling towards us again, ready to go for the jugular. We side stepped her and as she past us we brought our elbow down on her spine. She whimpered in pain and shifted back into her human form. They both crawled towards each other, tears running down their face. They came up behind me and watched their meal, enjoying the couple's pain. Then they attacked-

She was jealous of me because I could walk alongside the Alpha King, which she desperately wanted but never got. I shrugged at her, then raised my voice. "Why? Since she's the goddess of the moon, she can accurately judge each werewolf rather than the average werewolf who only knows by appearance."

I hurriedly put away the bucket of chicken feeding and ran behind her. Ever since the werewolves attacked years ago killing millions of people. Our new leader Bazaar who was the one in charge of this land informed us that there were not enough humans to put a stop to the werewolves and so to increase the number of people, as soon as females turns 18 our partner was chosen for us, and we females were obligated to have 6 or more children. If our wombs are unfruitful our husband has the authority to try and impregnate another female. The whole idea of it was sick for I wanted a love like my mom. I wanted a man within my life because both of us were in love, and not because we were chosen to be

A voice calls as I get off my bike. Checking my body for damage, I catch a glimpse of something slinking up from the side of one of the empty warehouses. It’s a female with heavy breasts. She’s covered in thick auburn fur, and she’s followed by werewolf pack members of all shapes and sizes. Her scent is a heavy cinnamon musk---alpha.

She crossed her arms over her bare chest, not trying to cover, but to look intimidating. Nakedness to a werewolf was a very common thing, as was sharing skin. We were sexual creatures and the fact that the female wolves went through heat as soon as they turned into adults didn’t help. No wolf was a virgin, until they wanted desperately to stay so for a mate. And the way this woman stood in front of me, her legs stretched wide apart and the hands she folded under her chest were to push up her well-endowed mounds, making it obvious that she was out to seduce.

An elderly elder stood up, stroking his gray beard, his tone stubborn as he argued, "But Hebert, based on historical data from the werewolf records, female werewolf leaders have consistently underperformed male leaders in handling crises. That's an undeniable fact." "That's because they were deprived of opportunities from the start!" Hebert's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap cutting through the heavy air of the meeting room. He stood tall, his gaze burning like fire. "The challenges they face are ten times, no, a hundred times harder! They not only fight external enemies but also the biases and scorn the entire society places on them! Our massive werewo

"Hey. You okay?" But Cathy was staring into the distance, her earlier excitement about the pack completely transformed. "It goes way deeper than just Alphas," Lena said, her voice taking on an almost academic tone. "Werewolf social structures are basically institutionalized trauma." Jordan nodded, his body tensing. "Female werewolves are essentially breeding stock in most traditional packs. Your value is determined by genetic potential, physical strength, and how quickly you can produce strong offspring." Aria leaned in. "My grandmother was from a traditional Mexican-Argentine pack. She was traded between pack leaders like a commodity. Literally traded. No different from cattle."