Gay Werewolves Novels & Stories

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

Or maybe I was just to tired. UNKNOWN POV The plan was working like a charm but we did not have much time and this pawn we picked couldn't get the job down right. Or rather it was taking way too long and my boss was not a man of patience and if I fail he will have my head. It was simple really, break the mate bond and weaken their strength. See the moon goddess was not playing fair when she give the Suprema wolf powers to gay mates. See only 0.001% of wolfs are gay, yes I said it. Tell me have you ever seen a male dog let another male dog fuck it in the ass? Jeah I thought so, being a gay wolf is rare now being a bisexual wolf is even more so. It's rare being gay that the few that find out t

As I absorbed Freda's answer, a newfound sense of empowerment blossomed within me. Freda's voice softened, filled with compassion. "But it's not just the physical aspect that defines werewolves. They possess a deep bond with their pack, a sense of unity and loyalty that transcends mere friendship. The pack becomes their family, their support system, providing a sanctuary where they can truly be themselves, accepted and understood."

Heath closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to stroke his hand down Cameron’s chest, over the tightly packed stomach muscles, to Cameron’s c-ck, to close his fist around it, and for Cameron to arch back into him, groaning in pleasure… He pressed his face into Cameron’s shoulder and suppressed the ache within him ruthlessly. Werewolves were not gay, he told himself. Alphas did not want to f-k other alphas. They found female mates, and f-ked them instead, and when the mating urge rose after they turned eighteen, they f-ked human girls until they found the right she-wolf, because human girls were nothing, didn’t count, didn’t matter…

He stands up and howls in front of wolf Soga’s dead body. In the epic clash between Gale and the Betas against the werewolves and ogres, it was clear that victory was within reach for the combined allied forces. With a stroke of strategic brilliance, the witches unleashed their formidable powers, tipping the scales even further in favor of Gale and his allies. Sensing defeat, the vampires wisely retreated from the battle, recognizing that they stood no chance against this overwhelming force.

The witches flopped back onto the ground, tired and wheezing. The oldest one—a woman so wrinkled she looked like a skeleton—spoke up, her voice rough as gravel. “I’ve got bad news,” she said. “Werewolves are being killed like chickens these days. A new kind of vampire—strong ones—hunts werewolves as though they lives depends on it.” Another elder, her eyes milky and blind, chimed in. “Ninety of ours are gone. Twenty-three alphas, the rest betas and omegas.”

Something was weird, I could sense it, but I couldn't point out exactly what it was, though I had a guess of who the source of the weird stuff was going to be. I moved my gaze to the guys walking behind her. A few seconds passed and nothing unusual happened. Maybe it's nothing after all, I returned my gaze to Lovely, but was forced to tear my gaze off her and stare at the guys behind her. The sound of bone breaking filled the air. My eyes widened as I stared at the posture the ground of guys was making. The sound of bone breaking, their current posture... I knew it all too well, it was something so familiar. It was all too familiar, they were shape-shifters also.

Se sure they are not Vampires rather than Werewolves? -----------------

“It's OK, and I'm glad you both told me. It's a little weird, but I will get over it soon. But since we're being honest. I wanted you to know that I still have feelings for Cheryl.” Mitch's body froze as he clenched his fists. “OK, I'm glad you told me.” “So explain the thing about mates again. I wanna make sure I get everything right.” Cassie begged. Mitch told her about the Moon Goddess, mates, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Cassie tried her best to understand everything. The part about the rogues scared her though. Werewolves who didn’t live by the rules made her skin crawl. They walked until they came upon some locals, playing the Congo drum.

But before the situation escalated, everyone on my side quickly stepped forward, forming a protective shield around me. Simon and Karen, understanding the need to display our strength and unity, nodded in agreement and shifted into their werewolf forms. The transformation was swift, and together we stood a united front. Not to be outdone, Alex, Glester, and Joseph – our loyal vampire friends – followed suit, revealing their true identities. The officers watched in disbelief as the vampires revealed their fangs and otherworldly beauty, their presence adding weight to our cause.