Gay Werewolf Story Novels & Stories

Tom lay on the bed, one leg in a cast, the lines of pain in his face soft with sleep. “Dad?” Jake shook him gently. Tom blinked, focused. “Jake? What the hell—” “I’m getting you both out.” “Out of what?” “You wouldn’t believe me. We have to go—now.” Gunfire barked downstairs. Tom went pale. “What was that?” “Trouble.” Jake reached the window—and stalled. The backyard was full of werewolves. They flowed over fences, through them, eyes catching moonlight like coals. “Oh, shit.”

I was worried they were over the wall with the werewolf in human skin pretending to be one of us. I secretly ran off with the cloak and the bow and arrow I had taken from the witch's cave, hiding it within the cloak. I had reached the wall, I stood away from it behind a tree wondering how I could manage to enter without being caught. I was now known as, the werewolf witch and if I'm spotted I'll truly regret leaving Cali. Several men who appeared to be woodcutters were running towards the gate. They had axes in their hands. I realized it seemed Alpha Deucalion and his men had started the war with Bazaar.

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

She told him but just that night, as if warning her that things wouldn't be alright the raven came back and sat on the tree outside her window. Angelica watched it for a long while but it didn't fly away. Getting out of her bed she went to the window. She looked outside and watched the darkness that fell over her town. Then she looked up and far away. She saw the cursed castle standing proudly on the hill. People called it the wolf's den because they said anyone who went to the castle never came back. They were eaten by the big hungry wolf living there.

For one, if John was indeed going to teach this guy how to be a werewolf, which he most certainly couldn’t do, he might as well not let his butler be the one to bring up the history. And it was a rather shameful one, for anyone who considered themselves a decent person. Or at least, that’s what he thought. “Okay... Where to start...?” he said, mostly to himself, still a little uncertain as to how to put it all in words. And hopefully not boring the other person or offending him. But in hindsight, he thought, this situation was indeed better than if he would tell it later. “So,” he started. “the two races are from humans who were blessed by the Moon Goddess with her magic. Or at least, that’s

It was a silly joke but it eased the tension a bit. "Nah, no. I mean the start of my time as a werewolf. As you mentioned, some people desire to be changed and seek out the powers that be to make it happen. Not all werewolves do, but I did. I grew up in beautiful Georgia. Growing up in Savannah I heard lots of ghost stories and of course other phantoms of the night like vampires and werewolves. I was brought up by my mom's mom because my mom died giving me birth and my dad was apparently a deadbeat. My grandfather had died of a heart attack before I was born, so really it was me and my grandma against the world. She came from old money and had lots of spooky stories about the plantation that

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

"Him. The strange man with the white hair. He is a werewolf" ... Please vote for the story and leave a review of what you think. Lots of love.

I hear a voice, which I recognize as Alpha Richard, call from behind her. “Sweetheart,” a woman’s voice says as we both look back to see Tara’s parents. But it’s not only Tara’s parents, but the pack warriors and some other warriors in both human and wolf form surrounding the entire pack. A few have begun fighting with the warriors from Crimson, quickly losing and submitting to the higher authority. The black wolf I now recognize as Trey’s wolf, Grim, growls savagely, ordering Remus to shift into his human form.

she said, her voice filled with appreciation. With Sydney's siblings gathered around, I began telling them a story, one I had never shared with anyone before. It was a story about my life, my struggles, and how I came to embrace my true self as a werewolf. As I narrated the tale, I could see their eyes widening in amazement, captivated by the events that unfolded.