Gay Werewolves Novels & Stories

Garrit comes into the lobby. “Didn’t you say the girl is living with three boys?” asks Carl. “Yes.” “Who is this third boy who you didn’t see around the house very often?” “Blonde hair. Not a vampire.” “Of course, because he is a werewolf.” “So, how do you plan to get to him?” Asks Luther. “Kidnap someone from the house again?” “Yes, because that worked out so well last time,” Carl says irritably. “I can do it this time,” says Garrit.

Or get really, really drunk. Before anyone came to the conclusion he was blowing things out of proportion, perhaps a few facts would help. When it came to his kind, in other words, Lycanthropes—men who became werewolves if the wolf virus took a fancy to them after a bite—it was said that there was only one woman destined to share their secret and heart. One woman. One lover. Forever. One. Ha. Until now, Gavin had scoffed at the very idea. He’d spent the last ten-plus years as a werewolf, tasting the delights of the nubile fairer sex. Indulging in erotic pastimes—bad, bad wolf.

That was, however, not the case for his little band of idiots who, for the first time in forever, said something that was actually sensible. "Calm down, Gary. We can't fight right now. The meeting is in a few hours and we have to supervise the upcoming rotation." Each of them reared back at Gary's glare before averting their gazes from him. I couldn't blame them for their meek and cowardly response to his usual empty threats and glares. Their reactions were part of the natural order of things. Werewolves who were part of the three main classifications in our world; Alpha, Beta and Gamma beheld another level of power and dominance than pack members born of ordinary werewolves. The goddess had

Garreth Indescribable joy filled me at finally being bonded with my mate after all the years I'd spent searching for her. What I didn't expect was the sickening feeling of sharing my magic through our bond. Werewolves aren't magic users, we just are magic. Our blood is gifted with the same magic that hangs the moon in the sky, our ability to shift tied to its ever-changing nature.

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.”

The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable. — James A. Garfield. CAMELLIA Months had passed since I first discovered werewolves. Somehow, I knew nothing—and yet, in some twisted way, I knew everything. Rowan pointed at the whiteboard Kyle was scribbling on, though his enthusiasm didn't match Damien’s. “The raven howl was an extinct group of supernaturals,” Kyle said, gesturing at a questionable doodle. “It contained only hybrids.”

There are other members in the pack, who are: Beta Delta Salutary Sentinel Elder Hunters Scouts Guardians Omegas and Pups The next type of werewolves is elemental werewolves. An elemental werewolf is a hybrid line that came from a witch and wolf mating. Elemental wolves don't normally shift at the age of sixteen like normal wolves since their magical powers block their wolves. Once they shift, they get stronger than other normal werewolves. They possessed witches' power along with wolf powers. An element werewolf can't cast spells, yet an elemental wolf can control nature elements such as fire, water, air, and more. Also, they kind of have other gifts that can change from an elemental wolf t

I retorted in a low unfriendly tone, instead of giving him the answer he was looking for. "Follow me," Turner walked away as if he was upset with my response. I passed a small kitchen as I did. It looked new like he barely used it. A small door that seemed as if it was a bathroom and then we both stopped at the bedroom, we'll be sharing now as husband and wife. You see a partner to us was like that. Bazaar hated the wedding celebration and so he paired us as wolves found their mate, however, the rules were unnatural. It didn't feel right, we were humans, not animals, unlike animals we don't always find an opposite gender for children but for the company and most importantly love. We on the o

I look over at my boyfriend, not knowing how to start this conversation. "What's going on?" Mom asks with a concerned look on her face. Archie clears his throat, sitting up to stare at them, trying not to keep too much eye contact with my father. "I know that neither of you has a concept of anything besides humans, so this might come as a shock to you two, but werewolves coexist in this world and I happen to be the alpha of a werewolf pack, meaning that your son... also is the alpha." My dad lets out a bitter laugh before standing up and turning away from us."I'm not listening to this bullshit joke."

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the arena, the werewolves gathered, their eyes filled with a mix of excitement and determination. Mary, Hael, and Kai standing amidst their fellow Gaia clan members, felt a surge of pride and camaraderie. They had trained tirelessly for this moment, honing their skills and mastering the art of shapeshifting and combat. The competition was not merely a test of their physical prowess; it was a celebration of werewolf heritage, a chance to showcase the strength and resilience of their kind.