Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

Nina,short for Nicolina just turned eighteen in the month of the full moon.Although,considering the fact that she'd get to finally see her wolf form and get to know her mate,she wasn't happy. The vampires and werewolves lived together in harmony ages past until a werewolf and a vampire violated the code and everything was ruined. They were at serious war that not only claimed the lives of many of them but that of Nina's mother also-the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack,her father being the Alpha.

Those subtle gestures made you feel cherished, needed… even deeply loved. “So why is your pack… so rich?” I asked, looking around at the luxurious leather seats. Come to think of it, every wolf I’d met seemed well-off. “Our wealth comes from tributes paid by other packs. Wolves across the continent have always offered gifts to us—because we are of the white wolf bloodline.” I nodded. “But why is every wolf wealthy?” “Contrary to what you might think, wolves actually run this city,” Fitch said, casting me a smug glance. His posture relaxed, his pupils slowly returning to the emerald green I loved.

But through the bond, I felt it—a low, constant, predatory hum, the readiness of a wolf who knows he is walking into a trap and is eager to spring it. The massive, iron-wrought doors swung open silently, and the sound of the party washed over us. It wasn't the sound of laughter and joy, but a low, sophisticated murmur, the sound of predators purring. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf.

Most of them smelled awful. The scent of blood clung stubbornly to their bodies. Many rarely bothered with proper hygiene, and the result was impossible to miss. Old blood. Stale urine. Rotting stains. The smell practically announced their presence long before they appeared. Werewolves generally kept themselves clean. Lower-ranking vampires, on the other hand, often lacked that discipline. The nobles were different. Those vampires drenched themselves in perfumes, scented oils, and expensive fragrances. Their natural scent was usually hidden beneath layers of luxury.

I sighed and we made our way to the car. We had been driving for a while when I looked over at Riley and remembered something I wanted to ask her. "Hey Riles, how are you half witch?" She was surprised by my question but sighed. "Well, its actually rare that im like this. My father was a werewolf and my mom was his mate but she was a witch and it was illegal. The rule was that if two mates of different species ever had a child, the child had to be killed. They hid me so no one knew my true identity. I dont know why people hate it so much but thats the rule and my life." She sighed and slouched into her seat, while Damon hugged her to his side and cooed soothing words to her.

"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.

If nothing else was evidence that she had found her missing ribs, this should be counted as one. As they both moved into the huge beautiful palace, she couldn't hold back her gasp at the wealthy outlook. The golden chandeliers, the golden case, the diamond-crafted artworks. Vampire city is indeed the city of the rich. Not like back home, their clans are not rich. In fact, the Werewolves are considered wealthy but in terms of war and other basic needs. Vampire city is known to be home to thousands of natural resources.

I felt safe and happy in his presence. Did I make a mistake by calling him Alex? He did say I could call him by his name and Alexander was too long. “I am definitely going to kill this puny slave” he growled. From the little I have been told by the older slaves, werewolves were very territorial and possessive creatures but when their wolves are in control, they lose all common sense of humanity. They become primitive in their thinking and even more possessive. This takes my mind back to an event that happened some years ago. A noble couple were visiting the Marquis’s estate. They were mates and did everything together however, the male was quite promiscuous.

Today, my company is generating millions every month- It’s the biggest marketing company in the human realm. I have a few branches in different countries. And my pack, Blood Moon is the second most wealthiest pack in my realm, before my pack, is the Werewolf King, who happens to be my fucked up uncle. Not many Alpha’s have businesses in the human world. But the ones that do, they exchange their human money for Gold.

he calls back and drives off. It’s a Tuesday, and the business district is as busy as ever with mostly humans moving about with shopping bags and gift baskets. I wait to cross the street, staring at the twin skyscraper on the other side of the road. More humans work here than members of the sixty-seven packs in the west coast. To the them, the company belongs to a young billionaire who made his wealth from medical technology and renewable energy. But to us werewolves, that young billionaire is the ruthless Zach Stone, Alpha King of the west coast. The humans are half right. Fifty percent of his wealth is a result of taking back our lands and mineral deposits from the southern tyrants.