Free Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

Layla wears an off-the-shoulder top so her neck is fully exposed. A wet tongue takes a walk around her neck. The feeling of itching and cold makes the hair on their body straighten. Puffy breathing combined with sharp teeth at no time did not remind her that she was being crushed by a wild beast on the ground. If this world doesn't exist werewolves, this is definitely a scene from a horror movie. Species girl the weak man is preparing to be eaten alive by the wild beast.

“All I have to say is that whoever is freeing the wolves in Oconee, they won’t stop until all of the wolves are free. And in the meantime? We’re here to help those who make it to us.” The newswoman hesitated, then her smile grew a touch more genuine. She turned to the camera. “You heard it, everyone. So, for anyone worried about our southern neighbors, donating to the Werewolf Liberation Fund is an excellent way to help. Anything else to say, Mr. Carmillan?” “Go to our website to see other ways you can help if you’re short on money. We could always use more volunteers. We’re also in the planning stages of getting a charity run set up.”

Dad says quickly as Ken's mouth falls open. Then he shifts his eyes to me, and I see the same fear my dad had when mom got sick in his eyes. "Baby girl, I'm so so sorry. I failed. I took you to the office to expose you to politics, but I exposed you to those supernatural monsters. I'm sorry I called you a liar, honey. It was just the easiest way to relax, Officer Curtis.....What you saw was real. Five supernatural species co-exist on this Earth with us. The most dangerous being vampires and werewolves. The others have never been seen. They keep to themselves or use magic to stay hidden I don't know which. The day I took you to the office, one of the werewolf's leaders was there. He wor

This has to be a joke! “Nicole, please say something,” Chris pleads, still staring at me. “What’s there to say?” I question while staring at the carpeted floor. I just can’t believe it at all. What I’ve read about werewolves or seen about werewolves in the movies is that they’re monsters who kill people when it’s the night of the full moon. If it is true that I’m a werewolf, then does that mean that I myself will become a killer like the others, too?

I whispered to myself, not sure if he heard me. "It's because we're friends. It's like a guiding light to help us find each other." "Tell me more." "Where do I start?" "From the beginning." "You want a goodnight story." I nodded. "Yes, it's a legend. About the birth of the first werewolf. Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a young prince. He went hunting with his men. One of the soldiers shot an arrow at a wild wolf. But it escaped. The soldiers shot an arrow at a wild wolf, but it escaped. The prince and his soldiers followed the wolf and he shot it again, it fell down whining. When they went to look for it, they found a puppy next to the dead wolf.The prince who was hammered out

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

he said, his tone every bit mocking. I was so shocked that I didn't even say anything as he started his story, an almost hostile grin on his face. "Once upon a time, there was a witch, who fell in love with a werewolf. And what do you know, the werewolf fell right in love with her, too. Obviously, this interspecies union was met with a lot of hatred on both sides, but eventually, people came to accept it, though a lot were still sceptical, barely suppressing their hatred. The union went on for a few years. But then, the witch got pregnant. Of course, they hid it well from the world, but the news spread like wildfire when they had twins. No one wanted them to live, no one except the pack the

I look at my clock and see I have 10 minutes left so I put on my shoes and texted Derric that I will be waiting for them in the lobby. We have arrived at the royal castle 10 minutes early. After they announced us we walked into the hall. We start mingling with the other werewolves that are present. Mostly all the unmated supernatural are present except for the Alpha, Beta, and third in command couples. We have to be here no exception. I look around hoping to find someone that looks interesting to talk to. I see a young fairy walking towards me. "Hi, my name is Celia. I'm the sister of the fairy queen."

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy. But at the same time, I wanted him. Moon goddess help me. I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates. They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored. None of them had mentioned pain like this. None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute. That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.