Handsome Werewolf Novels & Stories

Hesitantly, I place my hands in his, letting him sway me back and forth at the sound of the music. I hold one of my arms around his neck and let’s his strong arms hold my other hand. I use the opportunity to take in his full features. He has deep black eyes. As dark as the night. His gaze boring into mine sends a quick shiver down my spine. His hair is laid back and only a portion of it is let out, his lips are full and his nose are sharp. He has a chiseled jawline that crowns his facial features. I couldn’t help not noticing his hard rock chest when my hands fall softly on them. He’s handsome. And I still don’t mind. Tonight was going to mark an end to whatever he thought. He couldn’t read

It wasn’t the feeling he expected. Hunter thought back to how handsome the werewolf was. His rock-hard abs and a body that was molded into perfection, those hazel eyes and jet black hair with red lips, he is the most handsome man I have ever met Hunter admitted and blushed. He could feel his cheek burn from the intense heat of thinking about the werewolf. ***** Damian got back home with no one in. His father might have gone out with his pack for hunting so did his mother.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

My own heart racing at the sight of him, despite me never showing any interest in him, I didn’t have time to do so anyway, and with Nina wanting to be his wife, it would be wrong doing so, but the clench in my chest at the thought of her being with him ached with a sensation that I could not, and honestly, did not want to understand, I knew where I should be standing and I would not be betraying my friend, the girl who saved my life, for a lad that didn’t even know I existed. Prince Nathan was the current ruler of the kingdom we lived in, which was currently ruled by werewolves, as the human king decided that werewolves ruling the kingdom would be far safer than him, especially with a vampir

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

As they approached the border, the infected wolves came into view, their eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. Alpha Jasper, a towering figure of unyielding dominance, exudes an aura of ruthless power. His black hair, cropped short, frames his chiseled face, accentuating his piercing grey eyes, which seem to bore into those he encounters, as if daring them to challenge him. His fair skin, stretched taut over his sharp cheekbones, appears almost translucent in the right light, giving him an otherworldly appearance, a testament to his supernatural strength and ferocity. His presence is imposing, a palpable force that commands attention and inspires fear.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

I gasped as I saw that he was. He had a breathtakingly muscular face that would enchant any creature and exaggeratedly bring the dead back to life. Hazel looked up at him with bewilderment; she wondered just how it was possible that a rogue werewolf could be this magnificent. Not that all rogue werewolves were awfully ugly, just that they mostly have scars on their faces to make them look rather scary to the weak werewolves. But he is so different.