Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

By night, he was the alpha of his pack and the werewolf of the prophecy. Born on a new moon, Richard Taleman was the only wolf capable of breaking the witch’s curse on his dumb Fenrir ancestor. From the time werewolves existed, legends often depicted them as scary monsters. Modern tales spun them into muscled gods with epic bedroom skills and an animalistic sense of romance. However, that was far from the truth. Richard preferred to think of himself as a tired caretaker. Those kids weren’t even his. His dumb ancestor wolf simply pushed new pack members onto him.

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

This made Calvin feel like a prince from ancient times. He smiled at his own thoughts, not having any time to dwell on it as he was again marvelled by the interior of the place. "Is that real gold?" Calvin asked himself.. "The eastern Pack is the richest of all packs" Phiri said, having heard his question. "Right from the time of old, werewolves of the Eastern Pack have been obsessed with riches and anything fine. It is a fact that they are the richest of all werewolves." "Whatever" Rufus scoffed as he passed by them, making his way to the front. Apparently, he had heard what Phiri had said and being an alpha of a pack himself, he did not want to agree.

A ripple of acknowledgment moved through the gathered wolves. Then Luciano looked at her, softer now. “Last chance to change your mind, little mate.” Lisa shook her head. “I want this.” The robe was untied and slipped from her shoulders. It fell to the furs in a soft white pool. She stood completely naked before the pack. Four pairs of golden eyes raked over her with open hunger. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal—hers and theirs. They started slowly, deliberately, making sure every wolf present could see.

Roman announced, having switched places with Jeffrey. I didn’t know him that well, but I could already tell that Jeffrey was way too decent to host something like this. “Yes!” everyone, including the women who had showed up with their husbands cheered loudly. In the world of the wealthy werewolves, no one really gave a hoot as to how many concubines their husbands took in as long as they maintained the position of ‘wife’ whose children would eventually inherit all that their partners owned.

Any wolf with integrity will say that of course it is important to cherish and love oneself. But life was not about shouting slogans, it was fierce. Ordinary werewolves can’t make money if they can’t make money; if they can’t have resources, they can’t hire good experts for medical treatment, or they can’t hire them. Rich was different. They had access to resources that most people could only look up to, and their lives were many times more comfortable than those of most people. And she was just an ordinary who was forced into a desperate situation. To protect her family, she will risk everything. But if given a choice, who wouldn’t want to live proudly?

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

In exchange for peace, the werewolves agreed to share their wisdom of the wild and the secrets of nature, which had made human agriculture and hunting flourish. But peace, like all things, is fragile, and the ambitions of men are seldom satisfied. The delicate balance that had maintained the peace began to crack when King Cedric’s son, King Alaric, ascended to the throne. Alaric was a young, ambitious ruler with dreams of expanding his kingdom's borders. He saw the rich, untamed lands of the werewolves as ripe for conquest and exploitation. His advisors whispered of the wealth hidden in those ancient forests—the fertile soil, the untapped rivers, and the mythical resources the werewolves gua