Garou Body Novels & Stories

Garrett obeyed, stepping into the center of the warehouse. He took his clothes off and stood stark naked in the middle of the room. Before I could object, he bent over slightly and his body began to contort and morph. His face protruded outward into a muzzle as he doubled over, and his hands turned into massive paws just before they touched the floor. A moment later, a giant brown wolf was standing in the center of the room before me, snarling, growling menacingly.

He turned, and Lila's breath caught. Goran was not merely large; he was monumental. He stood a head and shoulders taller than her, his body a testament to raw, primal power. His chest was a wall of muscle, dusted with dark hair that trailed down a ridged abdomen to where it disappeared into the waistband of his simple work trousers. His biceps were thicker than her thighs, veins standing out like ropes. His face was brutishly handsome, a strong jaw shadowed with stubble, a nose that had been broken and healed crookedly, and eyes the color of flint that fixed on her with immediate, unnerving intensity.

Sex with your soul mate, a lupus garou, was nothing short of magical. Once more, Darien’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. Yet he restrained her, claiming and possessing 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 familial one, and their insatiable desire.

“I want you nice and wet. Get yourself dirty so Daddy can lick you clean.” A shiver of excitement has goosebumps rising on my skin and I quickly do as he says. I lie on my back and lightly trail my fingers down my stomach to my pussy. Gage’s eyes are riveted as he undresses. I get more and more excited as his body is revealed. He’s an Adonis. Tall and muscular, he’s built like a football player. Most of the men I’ve been around are built more like a swimmer or runner. Gage is all brawn and hard muscles.

"It resembles a lot like the Chaos Steeds of Willowdale. But that only takes into account its appearance. No Chaos Steed would match an immortal. Not even if you put a trillion legions of them together." A man whispered his observation. He was dressed unlike most with his robes appearing to be made out of the earth and nature. Leaves of green covered his body in a healthy vivid representation of the bountiful lands. "We can't pause to ask it first, can we? HAHAHA!" Garett with his usual dark humor showered the scene in levity. "NEIGGGHHHHH!!!!!" "Time to find out if I can make it then." he added and a fierce smile showed on his hard face.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. I was just checking out the work that Cora did. She’s got a rough hand in stitching, but with your healing, it should be nothing but a mere mark by tomorrow. “He gave me a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t really get to introduce myself when I grabbed you in the forest. The names Garren.” He held out his hand, his knuckles covered in scars, and his nail beds filled with some kind of soot. His skin was lightly tanned, showing how long he spent out in the burning sun. He gave me a crooked half-smile. His grey eyes were soft as he stared at me. He had a scar that ran across his cheek, narrowly missing his eye. His shoulders bulged out, and his

I felt my heart skip a beat as Lucien's eyes lingered on my breasts. He pulled up his dark gray shirt and I had to suppress a gasp as his body came into view. My eyes roamed over the huge skull inked on his left arm, the black ink winding around the valleys and curves of his muscles. Every inch of his body was carved to perfection as if Michelangelo had crafted him in secret and never wanted to reveal his masterpiece to the world.

* Clenching its 2 giant fists the red body of the Gigante suddenly went redder and steam can be seen going out from its red body *gulp* “We are doomed...”- Bobby. he looks at the Gigantes with hate and fear and chill made him numb

" Richie ordered. After saying that, Richie ended the call. He put his cell phone back on the table. Sultry with the weather and the activity in the backyard. The man tugged at the hem of his thin t-shirt. With a swift and sure movement, Richie removed his white press body t-shirt, showing off a broad chest filled with firm muscles. Every movement of his body signaled strength and confidence. Richie's chest shows off the fine hairs scattered around it, adding a sexy vibe to his appearance. A portion of his chest to his arms is covered in tattoos of a wolf preparing to attack prey. The complementary motifs follow the contours of his arm muscles, revealing a blend of artistry and physical stre

I turned around and pressed on my elbow, watching as Giovanni threw his pants on, not going for his shirt. My gaze wandered over his physique, chiseled like a masterpiece sculpture. His chest was a work of art, rock-hard and adorned with intricate tattoos that danced across his skin, extending onto his broad back. The stunning canvas of colors and patterns only enhanced his rugged beauty, leaving me breathless. My eyes feasted on the sight of him, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to his body, and it made my mouth watered. Giovanni, that bastard. He flexed his muscles, he knew I was feasting on his body and he was enjoying it.