Garou Body Novels & Stories

Sex with your soul mate, a lupus garou, was nothing short of magical. Once more, Lucian's hot gaze raced over her. His body yearned for her with a desperation she could identify with, and she longed to heighten the sensation by shouting for another climax. But he restrained her, claiming and controlling her in order to make her his for as long as they both lived. She adored what it meant to be a lupus garou: the intensity of their passion, their unbreakable link that was greater than their family one, and their insatiable need.

Those times hurt physically but at least my mind finds peace in that I refuse and reject him. He explained to me why I was so attracted to him, why my body reacted to him as it does to Lazarus. Apparently there is something called pseudo twins. Two people that are not twins by birth but hold even more similar qualities than identical twins. His pheromones are almost identical to Lazarus and since I am marked by Lazarus and carry his child, my body can't make a difference between them. My mind makes a difference but the body is more primitive and reacts as an animal would. No intelligent thoughts there. This makes it possible for Garon to steal me and make me his mate.

He approaches a black panel of buttons and begins to type like a mad man. I can't help but watch his dark green body anxiously as he does. He looks like something out of my nightmares. His alligator-like skin covers his entire body, unlike the Gaimo soldiers who only have it in vulnerable places. His skin also seems impenetrable. I would bet it is three inches thick.

by Marvin Gaye flows from the speakers. "Nice." Carolyn says, swaying back and forth and smiling her approval at my choice of music. Carl releases Nicole and steps back, pulling his shirt over his head, as he moves his hips to the slow beat. Carl is even more muscular than I remembered and I watch as Maggie and Nicole smile appreciatively at his tight stomach, broad chest and his well-developed biceps. Carl is darker than Carolyn. The deep black on his chest becomes more of a dark brown around his shoulders and down his arms, while the palms of his hands are almost the same color as mine.

by Marvin Gaye flows from the speakers. "Nice." Carolyn says, swaying back and forth and smiling her approval at my choice of music. Carl releases Nicole and steps back, pulling his shirt over his head, as he moves his hips to the slow beat. Carl is even more muscular than I remembered and I watch as Maggie and Nicole smile appreciatively at his tight stomach, broad chest and his well-developed biceps. Carl is darker than Carolyn. The deep black on his chest becomes more of a dark brown around his shoulders and down his arms, while the palms of his hands are almost the same color as mine.

A faint stench of blood lingered in the cold air. Halfway down the alley, at the entrance of an abandoned residence, more members were stationed. One immediately stepped forward—Galad Hargrove, the man who had called Aria earlier. "Ms. Carver, you're here," he said respectfully. Aria hummed and looked toward the center of the courtyard, where the corpse lay. Just as Galad described, the body was completely withered. Sickly gray skin clung to bones like a thin layer of dried parchment. It was grotesque.

I nodded, standing up on shaky feet, while he carried our books and headed towards the shelves to return them. As soon as we stepped outside he morphed back into that cold and distant bodyguard he always was. He opened the car door for me, just as I tried to get inside the car my dress caught lightly on the door frame. Stefano reached down to free the fabric without a word as his hand brushed the curve of my waist. We both froze immediately. I looked up at him, he looked down to avoid my eyes. The street noise faded for one suspended second while neither of us spoke. Then he stepped back with controlled precision.

Verss pursed his lips, he touched his forehead which had been covered by plaster. "Erm, isn't there a plaster that's less attractive? Soon there will be a fan meeting, isn't this a problem, right?" Gale turns his head, and his hands, which were busy putting the equipment back into the first aid kit, stop. He didn't realize that he had been so close to Verss, he could even see his clear light brown eyes clearly. He is indeed a great artist, even his skin is so smooth that there are no freckles or acne scars. Very beautiful lips, filled with natural reddish-pink color with a sexy shape. Gale swallowed hard, he averted his gaze quickly.

The young guard, dressed in the usual bodyguard outfit said with a slight bow. Carlo swam back to the edge of the pool and climbed out, his black hair sticking to his scalp as the liquid trickle down his face and drool-worthy body. He was shirtless and his well defined muscles and abs wasn't something the maids around could get their eyes off. Heck! Their boss was freaking hot! Even as one of them hurriedly gave him a towel to dry his body, she couldn't help but blush. "Tell Alvin to get on with it." He smirked.

And three men walk in. The first is tall, dark-skinned, with a body that belongs in a museum – broad chest, carved abs, arms that flex with each step. He's wearing black pants that sit dangerously low on his hips and nothing else. His skin is oiled. He glows under the club lighting.