Handsome Werewolf Novels & Stories

“But I hadn’t even spared you a second glance. For some reason, I seem to have forgotten your features in detail. Can you describe it to me?” He chuckles again. “Well, I’m sorry to break the news, but you lost the lottery. I’m ugly as hell.” I know that is a lie. I don’t need to have met him before to know he is handsome as hell. Born werewolves naturally were. And judging by the power radiating from him and his scent, he was born and not bitten. I move my fingers, taking in the contours of his hand. “What color is your hair?” “Blond.”

I moved to the bar, needing something to do with my hands. "I want answers." She stood in the center of my living room like she was ready for a fight. "How did you get that photograph?" I poured two glasses of whiskey, expensive stuff that usually helped me think clearly, but unfortunately its not going to help, not tonight. "Your son shifted on a playground three weeks ago." I held out a glass to her. She did not take it. "A three-year-old werewolf pup, golden eyes, no pack scent. Word travels fast in our circles."

The sound vibrated through the ground and up through Luna’s feet, making her heart race for a reason she couldn’t explain. Then he walked in. Alpha Asher Blackwood. 28 years old. 6’4”. Broad shoulders that could carry the weight of five packs. Cold gray eyes that could freeze hell itself. Dark hair that fell over his forehead in a way that made every she-wolf in the crowd swoon. The Alpha of five packs across Colorado. Worth two billion dollars. The most feared and desired man in the entire werewolf nation. And he was her mate.

Moon goddess, please save me, I promise to listen to my mom next time, if you save me from this situation, I don't want to die. "Your highness." I heard a female voice from the background, and the footsteps stopped abruptly. I gasped at the mention of that, my hutch was right, he isn't just an ordinary werewolf, he's our very own Alpha, the most dangerous creature that ever walked on the phase of planet earth, the man, said to be the most heartless man, that kills for fun. I've heard so much about him, and all of the things I heard, were all bad, nothing is good about him, just his handsome face.

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

kidd on his head, and he told us that he was satisfied. You did not even know that the wolves can do it. I looked deeply in his eyes before being relaxed on the tree and closing her eyes and continued his massage. If no apparently, any other person is interested in her or her opinion, you will not be interested in it but it will not be so easy. This was nature. Never forget what is good in someone even if it was a dilute. Monster. Animal. It does not matter. And what was the result? Its deposits are ignore? The big wolf president was a recrete in its candidate. A soft, soft, flexible, but we started in the shover, began to slip away from reality. The wolf looked forward. And who were his ey

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

Rosie muttered Jacob growled while taking a sigh and looking at Ronald, who is lying there in his wolf form, before turning towards me. He looked into my eyes—he is huge, even in wolf form. Yes, I am not afraid of him anymore. "I am proud of you; don't lose your temper!" I muttered, rubbing my fingers on his soft skin. He is pure black—his wolf is associated with strength, mystery, and power. A black werewolf may be portrayed as a fierce and majestic creature, feared and respected by all who encounter it eyes are fierce while he is in his wolf form. Yellow is like the warrior and beautiful as hell.

Avalea Aldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.

Xavier’s first day of school turned out to be like a typical werewolf’s first – terrible. Dressed in an oversized grey T-shirt and black leather pants, he looked pretty cool. His sand colored hair had been cut neat the previous day bringing out his handsome facial features and Aria was not at all surprised when boys glared angrily and girls tripped over their laces, staring at him. Xavier was thirteen, handsome and he was a werewolf.