Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

She felt like her life was one big mistake, she hasn't had a real home since she was three years old. She is no-one special, she is loving, caring, kindhearted and always put others before herself. She is Seraphina Amara Wolfe and just an ordinary werewolf.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

I twisted it into a bun and then took a step back to admire myself. I saw a woman whom I vaguely recognized as Kim Russell, raised by a single mother in the Cincinnati projects, who worked forty hours a week doing customer service for a shit boss making shit money. Glimpses of Kim Russell looked back at me, but I supposed that I was no longer that woman. I was now an undead Council member, wife to Paul Kinninsky, pack Leader to The Wolf Pack, the only known werewolf pack in the States, bound to Alexis, Elder vampire in exile. I was also the Master to tens of thousands of people—both dead and alive. Oops! Forgot to put on deodorant. Damnit, I cursed as I ran it under my arms trying not to get

“Don't let it run away. This is a werewolf, we must beat it to death. In the town, the head of a wolf as big as this, should at least be exchanged for several hundred gold coins.” Hear the hunter mention the shining gold plates. Instantly, the eyes of the remaining hunters also shone with light. To them, the value of each gold coin was extremely large. After all, they could only earn a few pieces of gold each month at most. Moreover, a year's living expenses did not exceed thirty gold coins. At this time, just kill Adam, they can easily earn a few hundred gold coins. However, if it was divided among four or five of them, each person would get a few dozen gold coins at most. However, that was

“Anyway, so yeah, the two are related in the sense we both have the moon as our source, or rather, center of magic. I'll let John explain more about that one, but it all started with certain families who were given that ‘blessing’. As I mentioned earlier, many believe that it was done so by the entity that many call the Moon Goddess. And by many, I mean the vampires, mostly. And some of the werewolves.” “And they say, and by ‘they’, I mean the vampires, that when she made both them and werewolves, she then designated the vampires as the ones she would be directly linked to. And for this reason, a lot of us think that we’re more superior than the werewolves in every sense of the word. It soon

Their dwellings are just below, others are on the side of the stairs to and down the shrine. As they passed by the pack’s houses, every werewolf bowed to them. Well, all of them know about the tragedy that has happened 18 years ago. When Fenris and the others arrived at the shrine earlier, the altar was almost full of flowers. It must have come from his pack. Until they get to the end where the big house is, where Alpha, Beta, Gamma and the Fenris’ family live. Fenris approached his father and mother and rest each of his arms on their shoulder, as he gently caress their back.

She was supposed to be unconscious! The girl's eyes glow a golden hue as she stares at Gee menacingly. She suddenly shifts into her white wolf and starts attacking the other two werewolves, her fangs sinking deep into their flesh. Blood stains the ground as one of the werewolves' limbs' is severed and the other's eyes are clawed. "SHIT!" the other one curses. "What are you standing there for?! Help us sedate the woman!" Gee yells at the vampires. "HOW?"

That’s what makes someone truly powerful. “There are so many packs with young orphans from the plague. And you know how us werewolves are naturally built better than the average human. Lots of people would pay good money for quality she-wolves.” A smug smile stretches across my face. I close my eyes picturing all of the new merchandise I’ve moved in the last few months. “You wouldn’t…” Artemis sneers.

"I'm just going to tell you now so that it wouldn't shock you once you get there." "What?" "There's a trend among wealthy werewolves," she began to say while looking away. Felix knew right then that he wouldn't like her next words. And unfortunately, he wasn't mistaken. "They like to hire humans and then dress them up to show them off. It's like competing who has the more good-looking ones. That's how humans can get into Katarina's party—their employers would be bringing them." His eyes went wide and he could feel his body shake uncontrollably. Then, he scoffed, "You say 'hire', but it doesn't really sound so different from trading humans like before."

The guards were grumpy as they thought they wouldn't be included in the happy treat because they were werewolves but she wanted equality, she didn't want to put them down but if they won't accept equality she'd do everything to put them down, and take the rights for her people. It was either equality or staying below her kind. Simple as that. She walked to the corner with Adrian. "Everyone seems happy," He commented and she nodded. "Adrian, are the werewolf civilians rich or poor or middle-class?" She asked randomly. "Well, almost all of them are filthy rich," He blurted. "I see, where do they spend most of their money?" She asked. "Casinos, bars, clubs, brothels, and luxurious items," He sa