Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

Djdksjnd jdijdn The Sangue Lupos (Blood Wolf) Pack is a small pack of around 200 werewolves. Among them is the Pack-warrior Valentina Ivy Black, daughter of Enforcer Jonathan Black and pack wolf Kristin Black. Valentina stumbles upon some confidential information of a rogue pack who is working on the genetic morphing of the werewolf and temper with DNA to create volatile hybrids. What happens to her when she stumbles in trap herself while discreetly trying to find out about this rogue pack?

He’s not using his power meaningful! How could he play dirty right after burning the university?! Just when I am about to reach the high window to break out, I heard a loud noise coming from the door, like some chain is being unlocked. My heart race, this is him. I stood in the middle not wearing any expression. The door had finally opened up, the first thing I saw are two gray furry animals; werewolves, I gulp. But I didn’t let it faze me. They walk circulating me while greeting their teeth in hunger.

Whereas Bob would rather have fun and cheat on his exams. Marlon, being only 36, was the richest man in the empire. He’s respected by all but feared by most. Especially the slaves. His loath for black-furred werewolf slaves makes him the deadliest to us. Yet somehow my inner wolf wanted him. She was still tugging at me and pulling me closer to him; I could almost see the dark aura of his inner wolf trying to escape from his body and trap mine. It was almost as though I was being begged to give in to my desires. But my desires were wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. He was a superior nobleman that could have me killed in seconds. His gaze was dark and sent my skin crawling.

His slim shoulders were now broad, and his chest was like a massive field; a strong werewolf in his own right. Her mother had warned her off his type anyway, so she had stayed clear. Not that he noticed her anyway. He mostly hung out with his two friends, Julian and Eddie, who were both rich kids and sons of Alphas of some other packs. The werewolves ruled Zang City, and there was no denying that. They were the ones who ruled the upper class of the city. Humans were in the lower class and had little wealth compared to them. It was like they just came and took over everything.

“For this reason alone, I so want to be a werewolf. Where can I sign up, please?” Walking around to open my door, he said, “It would be silly of us to be poor when we live longer than most humans, don’t you think?” Gray eyes stared down at me. His words might have lacked cynicism, but his eyes held that bitterness. I stepped out of the car, but he didn’t back out of my space. “It’s mostly inherited wealth. Passed down from generations. But yes, most are rich.”

In the heart of a room, brimming with the underworld's most infamous werewolf kingpins, I find myself questioning the twisted turn my life has taken. My father, the formidable Alpha Don Julio, has thrust me into this auction, offering me to the one with the deepest pockets. "500... 1000... 100,000..." The bids are rising quickly around me, as I stand exposed on the pedestal." Their disgusting eyes scan my body, evaluating my worth, calculating how much it will cost to have me in their possession. Just when the tension feels unbearable, a chilling voice cuts through the murmurs: Alpha Johnathon Dupree, the feared leader of the White Wolf Pack, declares, "One million dollars."

They could sit at the same table as the Apex wolves, but they could also be replaced, discarded or ignored at any time Then came the ones who had money, but nothing else. Their families were rich. Filthy rich, even but they held no real influence in werewolf society. Their parents were business tycoons, corporate heads, or successful traders who had bought their way into LuxeMount. They had the luxury, the privileges, the expensive cars and designer clothes, but when it came to real power? They had none. Money could get them into rooms, but it couldn't buy them the respect of those born into power.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

he asked without preamble replying to my grumbling. "Nothing serious." I replied, "I just found a -" I hesitated for a moment, but Val is my Beta so I have to be honest with him. "A halfling, he crashed at the border of Black Valley." Halfling is our name for a mixture of humans and werewolves. Unless it is meant to be mate, it is very rare for our kind to marry humans, some because they think human blood will fade our purity, some think humans are weak and unfit to be mate.

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...