Filthy Rich Werewolves Novels & Stories

He was furious with his dark-haired mate. “Fine, what did my reaction tell you?” She was spitting furious. “Heath also shifted in front of me, right before he raped me at the kitchen bench. But why stop there?” Her eyes glowed with vindictive enjoyment. “Vampires run Zeus Forest Works. Most of this town are werewolves… Most might be an exaggeration,” she amended. “Most of the rich people in this town are werewolves. Fixed it. You, Rhett, and Heath are werewolves.”

With a height of about three meters and pitch-black fur, Ullric managed to make some young werewolves tremble just by looking at his real figure. Ullric's black fur and golden eyes showed that he was a pure-blood belonging to the werewolf race. Only those who possessed pure blood could retain the features of the first werewolf. Now, it was no wonder the members of the Red Moon Pack treated Ullric like their king. For werewolves, those with golden eyes and black fur could be considered direct descendants of the wolf nation's god.

"Of course." The elders nodded in agreement. Families like the Sanchez, the Browns, the Hills, and the Millers, were not just towering financial empires in the human world but also held significant power within the werewolf community. Their patriarchs, werewolf elders with unparalleled wisdom and centuries of experience, had an uncanny ability to evaluate potential successors. In the werewolf - human society, anyone who caught their discerning eyes was undoubtedly a promising candidate for inheriting a vast dynasty, both in wealth and werewolf influence.

I whispered, biting my lip hard In my head they were all there. The huge werewolf with his thick fur and that fat, swelling knot at the base of his cock, the pale vampire with ice-cold skin and fangs that would prick my neck while he fucked me. The massive green orc built like a tank, cock like a fucking club, the incubus with ridges all over his dick and precum that makes you lose your mind, and lastly(but not the least) the tall, sleek alien with those slick, writhing cock shaped tentacles. I added another finger, stretching myself, imagining all of them using me all at once. My hips bucked off the bed. I was so fucking wet the sheets were ruined.

Freezing as memories rush to the surface and I’m keenly aware that this wasn’t my room, it was his. Lazarus’s chambers radiated his opulence, walls replaced by floor-length windows that wrapped around me in an endless whirlpool. Fluffy clouds that imitated cotton candy as the sun descended. Silk sheets adorned my skin, a long rectangular coffee table near the window that was vertically sliced to showcase the illuminating glow of a firepit. Everything shimmered of wealth that werewolves were privileged to. Such knowledge triggered my enmity and scorching my insides with resentment. They lived in luxury while humans lived in squabble. They enjoyed the lavishes of life at the expense of our suf

I muttered, but the words that came out of my lips contradicted what was in my mind. "What did you do to come to be this wealthy?" I couldn't bear to say this. There was no point in me holding back this curiosity for too long. Don't I have the right to know what my husband and mate are doing for life? I didn't even know what his job was. What kind of job would make a Rogue this rich? Xander even had a mansion that was far more luxurious than the homes of the alphas in my horde. Normally - where I come from - only the alphas and betas can have so much wealth—they are the elite wolves who live a smooth and comfortable life. An Omega like me would only work as a servant and guard or even an ens

The fate of the werewolves and vampires hung in the balance once more, their futures entwined in a web of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the final act of the Beta's treacherous plan began to unfold, the Werewolf kingdom was thrown into chaos. Outside the kingdom walls, a false alarm was created, luring Prince Amareux away on a mission to resolve the supposed threat. It was the perfect diversion, allowing the Beta and his cohorts to capture Arayah, their poisoned prey.

I said. Pure Bloods were special human beings who were born only once in a thousand years. All the Pure Bloods that have lived before have always gone missing, or found in a state where their blood was all dried out. This is because their blood contains special qualities that are of great importance to werewolves. It can instantly heal fatal injuries when consumed. Wolves live a long time, but they cannot live forever. But consuming a Pure Blood's blood can extend their lives. " You mean you are in love with a human?"

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.

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."