Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

"You really thought this was Grimhilde's idea? Nope, it's all Marcus. He's sick of you. Doesn't wanna fork over the money or let you walk away clean." "You..." I couldn't even get the words out. "Oh right," she added, suddenly perky, "how do you like your little stray wolves? Fun fact–they're not just into some real twisted stuff with she-wolves. One of them? HIV positive." "We'll give you a little something in a minute. Brand new formula-guaranteed to turn you into a drooling bitch in heat, moaning and begging to be fucked. And don't worry, they'll film every second. By sunrise, you'll be a viral sensation-the slut of the pack, ruined and owned."

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

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.

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.