Handsome Werewolf Novels & Stories

I quickly did a sweep of him, finding him in black dress slacks that hugged his thighs and loafers. His face was hard, long hair tied into a top knot and a neatly trimmed beard framing his lower face. Bright blue eyes pinned me on the spot, flashing obsidian for just a moment before returning to their breathtaking blue color. The guy was handsome by definition and — although he didn't wear his age — I could tell he held years of maturity. I guess that was one of the perks of being a werewolf, aging slowed down by a lot.

Being a key collector had to be the hardest thing ever. "Hey, look!" Liana stopped walking and turned off her flashlight. "That's Dylan's cabin." Dylan Ineroy was one of the most desired young men in town. He was not rich but was hardworking and very handsome. He had a perfect body with well defined muscles that weren't huge. His rugged looks made every girl want to be with him although he did not seem to be into romance. Also, he was rarely seen which made him mysterious and that was a major point in his favour. Every girl wanted to be the one who finally changed his heart.

Hector: Hey beautiful. Me: Hi. What are you doing up so late. Hector: Thkn abt u. Me: Lies! I giggled. I was done with my sandwich and needed to go back to bed. I rinsed my plate and went upstairs. The smile was still stuck on my lips. Hector: Charming male werewolves dnt lie. Me: Oh really? Then who do? Hector: d uncharming human ones. Me: Uncharming is not a word.

And I'm still hypnotized with that image of him in my mind, it's like I can really see him. Too many years have passed, when I became a werewolf he was 27 years old, he was very young, and now, he looked the same, oblivious to the changes of human nature, he has not aged at all. His raven hair without a gray hair, his light skin completely smooth without a wrinkle, his athletic, muscular body, just like when we went to work. What happens with him? His state is unnatural. I speak enduring all those questions that go through my head, “You should be dead.”

Of course it also helped with the eligible female werewolves that he was incredibly handsome. Standing at 5"9 ft tall, Zayne was easily the most handsome man in the Red Moon pack. He had long wavy Hercules gold hair. His pair of bushy eyebrows sat on top of his doe shaped mirthful eyes that seemed to sparkle. In between his eyes was a falcon's nose that completed his incredible looks. He was the dream of all the unmated female werewolves. Sara couldn't dare to dream that high, she only hoped to find someone kind and warm.

Cassadie thought as fingers run through her hair while she was hugging a man's naked chest where she leans her head on his arm. She looked at him, his red eyes seemed to reflect the half-moon’s light. His red lips that were very soft had thirsts her and made her want more. His pale skin and pure white hair remind her earlier that night when she had mistaken him for a vampire. His skin was soft as if he bathed in milk and he just smells so good that she couldn't stop herself from sniffing his neck. She was a human yet she wondered if this may be how vampires were attracted to blood.

"Look dude if you're going to kill me just get it the fuck over with already, this mind game you're playing and damn good fake teeth, are really getting on my last nerve. I don't know what you want but either let me go or end me now because hearing you go on any longer is just torture." Jordie is almost in a full blown laugh at my retaliation this time. Rylin glaring at him making him quickly gather his laughter and fake it into a cough. "I'll just show you then." He huffed. Before my eyes this Handsome man start to grow hair up his arms, silky looking like a German shepherd. I was in awe, which quickly turned to fear as I started to hear the cracking of bones and not a sound out of him unti

The maid immediately nodded. "So handsome that you're so excited you can't even speak?" I continued to ask. It only took a few bites and I ate a big piece of watermelon. The plate of fruit in front of me also dwindled. I really admired myself. Seeing me doubt the object of her adoration, the maid seemed unhappy. "He's very talented, he's also very handsome. The most handsome and talented werewolf in the world." She said boldly. "Is he more handsome and talented than Alpha King?" I continued to ask.

He had that effect on me. “We are guests. Shouldn’t we get preferential treatment?” He challenged in a deep baritone that was calming and sexy. I knew that he was aiming to get under my skin. He sought my attention any way that he could get it. This man was so powerful, dangerous, and unbelievably handsome. As the third-strongest werewolf in the world, the drawback of him was being cruel, ruthless, and deadly. Oh, suffocating and annoying should be added to the description.

, I dropped the basket and caressed his face. He was the most handsome werewolf I had ever come across. So devilishly handsome. His jet black hair, along with his straight black lashes and thick brows were perfect, and then his lips. Those lips caught my eyes like none had before. My feelings were almost like what I had felt towards Stefan, who rejected me as his mate, but with this man lying on the ground, it was much more powerful.