Gay Werewolf Stories の小説・ストーリー

She started touching Leona in some sensitive part of her body where only a man should. They both seemed completely oblivious to the world, lost in the intensity of their actions. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and surprise. Was this really happening? Axel and Leona? Are they lesbians? Lesbian and gay relationships in the werewolf community were practically a myth, or at least, that's what we'd always been told. We grew up hearing stories like the one about Juno and Aric—two warriors who supposedly fought in secret because their bond was forbidden, even though they were both strong and capable.

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.

Lila’s Pov I knew everyone told me to stay home tonight but I went anyway. The full-moon gathering happened once a year in the big clearing deep in the forest and all the unmated wolves had to show up or face punishment. I was twenty now and still unmated because I refused every Alpha who tried to court me. I took suppressants every day to keep my heat away and I thought that would be enough to let me stand there without trouble. I wanted to prove the old laws were wrong. No one should be forced to pair just because of some stupid tradition.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

"It's immediate death if any tries to cross the border" "Oh" Iris's tattoo got a third line added to her tattoo but the third line crossed the two lines she had before. "You have exactly the type of tattoo my mum has," Willow whispered to Iris. "Really?" "Yeah" Willow nodded. "Well, she was married to a werewolf and probably lived here before. Has she ever told you the story of her love and marriage?" Iris asked. "No. But I think that would probably be a great conversation" Willow smiled. "You see?" Iris waggled her eyebrows.

I asked, out of breath. “Yes. Your grandpa was married to one,” his eyes looked so sad. “What? You mean to tell me grandma was a werewolf?” “Yes. She ran away from her home after she was arranged to marry some asshole Alpha King. But she couldn’t because he was very abusive. I met her while I was out fishing one night. She was naked and hurt and didn't want me to call the police or take her to the hospital,” he explained. “I took her to this very cabin and nursed her back to health. It surprised me when her wounds disappeared within days, and she kept calling me her mate,” he smiled. “It wasn't before long she told me what she truly was, but I didn't care. I loved her from the moment I met h

I nodded and walked away. I let myself be vulnerable to her. I wish I didn't but somehow it felt just right. She's not my wife, but I told my deepest secret, I've kept buried inside all these years. And even I still don't really know why. But now, that has to sit out atleast for tonight. It was time! “Sir. The warriors are waiting for you.” A werewolf walked up to me. He had short blonde hair, and broad shoulders, with glinting red eyes.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.

My knees ached against the cold stone as I knelt before him in his chamber, my heart racing with a mix of dread and forbidden anticipation. Tonight was the mating ceremony, the sacred rite where the Moon Goddess would whisper my true mate's name into the winds, binding our fates under her watchful eye. But in our pack, traditions ran deeper than divine will especially for a lowly omega like me. Aurora, the quiet one, the untouched prize at twenty-two, with my soft curves and wide hazel eyes that betrayed too much.

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.