Novel & Cerita Gay Werewolf Fiction

Especially not like this. "Well?" The Alpha stared down at me with clear impatience. I swallowed down my disgust, and slowly moved to grip his cock. But I don't know what to do. Wait, I've seen this before. Werewolves mate everywhere in the pack house. I think I might have seen one couple do something like this. As I recalled the women who go down on their mates, I began to mimic them. Gripping the base, I rubbed my hands up and down his member.

He’s right—I haven’t processed a single word. “I’m fine.” “You’re a terrible liar.” He comes in and shuts the door. “What’s going on? And don’t say nothing. You’ve been off since you got back from the Ashford estate.” Garrett’s been my Beta for fifteen years. He knows me better than almost anyone. But I can’t tell him this. “Just stressed. Full moon was rough this year.” “Uh-huh.” He doesn’t look convinced. “This have anything to do with a certain Alpha’s daughter?”

A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.

But if it was possible… As the search results populated the screen, I clicked on the first article that caught my eye, hoping it would shed some light on my problem. Article 1: The Mythology of Werewolves 'Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are mythical creatures that appear in folklore and legends across various cultures. The transformation into a werewolf is typically associated with the full moon, although variations exist in different traditions. The exact methods of becoming a werewolf vary, but common themes include being bitten by an existing werewolf, a curse, or practising dark magic. The notion of werewolves congregating in packs is prevalent in many legends, often in remote o

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.

More Books by me: Under the Moon Series: Book1 - Under the Pale Moon (vampire LGBT+) Book2 - Under the Blue Moon (werewolf LGBT+) Book 3 - Under the Crimson Moon (dragon-shifter LGBT+) Wed to the Alpha (fluffy romance/fantasy/werewolf) I am Not Your Love Story (CEO/richman LGBT+) Adventures of the Crown Series: Book1 - The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn (fantasy/adventure, hints of LGBT+) Book2 - The Noble Bandit (fantasy/adventure/action, hints of LGBT+ still ongoing) Other books (not on GN): The Alpha's Shadow (werewolf/fantasy/steamy) Chained to the Mafia (vampire/werewolf LGBT+) Coming Soon: The Luna is Not Your Hero (werewolf/romance/fantasy) Slave to the Mafia (book 2 of Chained to the M

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

Rain asked me, wiggling her eyebrows. I nodded. "If you are planning to give it to Zaiden....." She continued. "You don't have to do anything like that, dear." Zaiden interrupted Rain, giving me a reassuring look. Though, he looked a bit flushed. Rain just shrugged. I had concluded by now that werewolves were very sexual beings. They were not shy about displaying their love for their mates. Their threshold for nudity and public display of affection was also pretty high. However, it was always consensual. Unlike those rogues, this pack was civilized. I was slowly getting comfortable with them. I remained quiet while others talked and discussed the raids. A few times my knuckles became white a

Liam asked. Jackson gestured at the framed picture that sat on Wren’s desk. “Best friend. It didn’t matter how many times I reminded him that I’m gay, he was positive we were having sex whenever that was turned on.” Liam reached up and pulled the picture closer. “She’s a wolf.” He glanced between Wren and Jackson, then back at the picture. “You weren’t…” His voice trailed off. “Nope. Just friends. I’m gay. She’s gay. You can see how that wouldn’t work out.”