Handsome Werewolf Novels & Stories

"Whoa there, careful!" I looked up, blinking. Standing in front of me was a stunningly handsome man with a shock of vibrant, deep red hair and a bright, charming smile that probably sold millions of magazine covers. I instinctively took a quiet breath, expecting the familiar scent of a wolf, but there was nothing. No pheromones, no heavy territorial weight. He wasn't a werewolf. He wasn't human either.

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

“You mean. He's not ugly?” Jasmine was still in disbelief, the fact that she thought the werewolf king was not good-looking made her want to laugh at herself. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. She only had a glimpse of him, and what she saw shocked her.

Nova The man stepped out from the shadows, revealing himself fully. He was tall and slim, his dark suit perfectly tailored to fit his well-built form. His face, although somber, was incredibly handsome—dark, low-set brows over eyes like pools of honey. Silky, shoulder-length black hair half pulled back into a bun. A slight stubble across his sharp jawline. Like all werewolves, there was something ethereal about him as well. He had a knowing look in his eyes, as if he had more years to him than his face let on. He had perfect skin. And his posture was straight, his chin lifted.

After some seconds of silence, someone jumped down from one of the trees behind. Once I saw him, my jaws dropped in awe. Without realizing it, I exclaimed, "Wow," because of how handsome he is; I mean, he was the real definition of the word handsome. He was tall, but not too tall; he had long white hair that covered his face. To be sincere, I have never seen a werewolf with such long hair before; even we she-wolves struggle very hard to keep our hair long and shiny like his, and in addition to that, he was shirtless, displaying his broad shoulders and muscles. I don't know how to say this, but he looked like a descendant of the moon goddess. I was still lost in thoughts while admiring him wh

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

King Harvey carries me back to the castle. He says nothing and I know his stone face is proof that I insulted him by running away. The moonlight softly highlights his sharp high cheekbones and stone jaw. A soft smattering of stubble dances across his face. His brown eyes glow a soft gold. His brown hair is well combed and clean, short, and contained. The rumors of his ugly appearance must have had to do with his cold heart. King Harvey is rather handsome and if he wasn’t a werewolf, maybe… I’d like to have a relationship with him.

I could see out of the corner of my eye Kyle was looking at the human boy while shaking, so I knew his wolf was trying to come out. I turned around and faced the boy, he had a disgusting seductive smile on his face. He had jet black hair, forest green eyes and a nice body but he wasn't my type and plus he was an assh*le."Did you like touching my ass, baby?" I asked with my best seductive look. I walked towards him and put my hands on his chest, he smirked down at me.

I asked him in a loud voice, frustrated that he kept my horse from riding back. After a while of waiting and expecting something to happen, he turned around slowly, revealing on of the most handsome of werewolves I had ever seen, seemingly more attractive than Zane would ever be. His eyes were piercing blue, and they seemed to bore into my very soul as he locked eyes with me. What struck me most about him was that he was elderly yet he looked so young, athletic and attractive at the same time. "No, this can't be," I whispered beneath my breath, gasping slowly as I took steps towards him.

change. It was a grotesque, beautiful horror. Bones snapped and elongated. Skin rippled as fur retreated into pores. In a matter of seconds, three naked, panting men stood in the dirt, their bodies covered in scars and fresh, bleeding gashes. "He’s losing his grip, boys," one of the men spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "An Alpha who can't control his hunger for a human girl is a liability." The black wolf—Zayden—didn't shift. He stood his ground, a low, earth-shaking growl vibrating through his massive chest. His golden eyes locked onto the men, a silent promise of death.