Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

Because she was the only one who could prevent my elder son from killing my younger son. "Five Million!!", Now it's my turn to be surprised. When I would be lying if I say that I was just surprised in fact, I was shocked as well. I saw my son glaring at me and then his eyes zeroed on his wife. If looks could kill then the person who brought that bitch to this state would have been dead by now. "Five Million!! Oooh! This's too much. This's the highest bid amount for any werewolf which we had sold in the history.", The bidder said. "Five Million one, Five Million two...and sold."

Kayleigh “Now, say what now? Did I hear that right? First we find out that gypsy wolves are actually hybrid werewolves. Now, you’re telling me, our delayed wolves isn’t caused by a tainted bloodline? Goddess. All these facts. I’m so glad we made this trip.” My eyes widen with this new bomb dropped in front of me.

Amethyst POV "They've returned," Nyka stated as she reverted to human shape from her Werewolf form. "I've been looking forward to this day for the past 21 years. Let them all return to where their deaths were predetermined," I said, fists clenched. She stood behind me, holding the photographs of my parents. My parents were a couple of royal Werewolfs. Yes, we exist in today's world, but we must remain hidden. Simply because there are people who are dangerous because they are selfish, greedy, and unthankful. They would either kill us or poach us because of our abilities. My parents once controlled the Kingdom of the Werewolfs. However, it was their responsibility to protect the priceless gem

She could feel the same connection she felt with Callan buzzing inside of her. Callan looked deep in thought as he stared into the distance. He was glad that they had finally found their mate. But he wished it would have been at a better time. They were currently at war with the rogues. Rogues are werewolves who were kicked out of packs and lost their human side making them grow feral. the second most vicious pack in the world, the dark moon pack being the first. They were also being constantly attacked by vampires. The Drengr coven. The coven of vampires. They were known to be the most ruthless vampire coven in the east coast of Romania.

“That was not all, other two men with huge wolfs fought on the other sides of the boarder. My men swore they all had alpha powers and fought like feral wolves. But those fumes and fog they produced was not ordinary. Besides making us hallucinate. It drove other wolves crazy. Some clawed their own hearts out. it was scary as hell.” That would get them to either back the fuck off and rethink their whole strategy or gather all their troops and go attack again. If they were moron’s, they were going to choose the second option. Either way. we were not going to let that fucking moron off. “No wonder you said you didn’t know who the alpha was.” One said and the others nodded. “No one knows who the

"That we're bonded now. Forever. That they're werewolves and I belong to them." There was a long silence. Then Maya burst out laughing. "Oh my God, you found the kinkiest billionaires in the city. Werewolf roleplay? That's actually kind of hot." "I'm serious, Maya." "I know you are, babe, but come on. Werewolves?" She shook her head, still smiling. "They're clearly just really into dominance stuff. The possessive language, the biting, the whole 'you're ours forever' thing—it's all part of the fantasy."

"That's Dirty. He's the one that stuck his dick in my mouth. I bit him and ripped part of his dick off. My wolf slashed his chest when we tried to shift." "Your wolf is a bitch!" Dirty yelled. "So are you." I laughed. "My wolf has fantasies about you." "Really?" He sounded intrigued. "Yes. You wouldn't enjoy them." "Try me. I doubt a little girl and her wolf could have any fantasy that would shock me."

Beautiful, despite everything. Footsteps. Heavy, slow, with the cadence of someone accustomed to the world waiting for him. A man appeared before us. Fat. Not broad. Not sturdy. Fat. Wrapped in a red silk robe that barely contained his belly, greasy hair slicked back, pudgy fingers loaded with gold rings. His scent gave him away before anything else: human. A human with money and no scruples. The kind who had fetishes for shifters. I had heard the stories. Wealthy men who bought wolves on the black market to use as toys, as exotic pets, as objects of pleasure. I never thought I would become one of those objects.

I asked Grace who shook her head in confusion. “King Alexander and father have their conflicts especially after the werewolves got the throne of King Midas, he wanted to have the human kingdom’s throne, he believed that he could increase the size of the border of his kingdom gaining more power and strength out of the humans, especially if he turned them, then he would’ve been able to have the higher number of people in his population” Grace explained and I nodded, the whole ballroom froze and stopped any sound they were making when King Ned let out a growl that had the vampire king take a step back, especially when he found his grandson in his face against him, along side the werewolves.