Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

Frank Kilburn, Alpha of the Vagas Moon Pack, fumed because for hours now his wolves tried to find some proof that he could use to push the Twilight Wolf Pack and their annoying leader out of a region before they discovered what he was doing. He needed the white wolf back, too.

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.

They just walked on as if nothing special happened when something of a special and celebratory nature had happened. The werewolves had defeated the vampires but these last set of warriors acted as if nothing of that sort had happened. The most notable of all the warriors of the Malreux Wolf Pack was the head warrior, and it was only right that he was the most notable since he was the leader of the rest of the warriors and the one who had led them to victory.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

Alex glanced at Emily, who nodded subtly, signaling him to share everything. "Come with me," Alex said, leading Charles to the expansive werewolf lair Emily had prepared. The room was filled with the rich history and lineage of Alex's supernatural heritage, chronicled through old newspapers, articles, and ancient texts. As Charles entered, he was struck by the wealth of information before him. "I've read stories about this, movies also but seeing it all here, who would have thought ut was true??....it's everything about you," Charles remarked, picking up a weathered history book on werewolves.