Hazbin Hotel Werewolf Novels & Stories

Our staring contest is disturbed when the big man squeaks due to pain. "Aw! Arche it hurts," says he. The man named Arche quickly removes his eyes off me. I also snap out to reality and make way for him to pass. He walks past me without another word, and I think I calm down a bit. What was that?! I have never felt this before, but I can't stop assuming that this may be a mate bond - but he is a human. Among all the prayers we werewolves pray to the gods, having a human mate is the top thing we pray to avoid. It is taboo.

I interrupt. “No,” he says in his deep, calm voice. “I do not know who killed them. I would say it was an unfortunate coincidence.” “But why would they do that?” “It’s just what happens when your kind and my kind cross paths.” “Hm,” Edric mumbles around a piece of steak. “That’s why I wonder how Abbadon thinks he can be mates with a werewolf.” “Obviously, he plans on turning her.” Oh great. Then I can be a witch-goddess-werewolf-vampire hybrid. Makes life so much less complicated.

We both have a warm tan skin tone and extremely dark, kinky hair, I usually just keep mine in braids most of the time while Uncle Victor just keeps his short. Speaking of... Right at that moment, Uncle Victor walks in with Hazel skipping in front of him. He's carrying a hammer. "Good morning guys." He greets. "Why do you have that?" Aunt Sarah asks looking between the hammer and her husband. "There was an incident... Hazel kind of got her werewolf teeth stuck in the wall." He explained. "Daddy! Don't tell them!" Hazel whined. "Okay, okay, princess!" Hazel was going through puberty and for werewolves, puberty is a little different.

“I apologize for this little misunderstanding. We signed a marriage certificate to shut the Pack’s elders' mouths, but now it’s a reality. You are my wife, Evelyn.” “Those uncles, Madam Stella and Carla, they are also werewolves?” A bullet of panic rose into my chest, Zuriel was really on a mission to crush my heart. “My elders are wolves, but my aunt and Carla are like humans. We call them wolf-less.” He tapped his hand on the bed and invited me. “You were disturbed by me. Please come and take a rest. I am aware this is a lot to take, so I will give you all the time and space to think. Trust me, please.”

I and Zana co-own a kindergarten school here in California, El Dorado and we’ve got our hired staff doing all the work but we do drop by when we’re not so busy with University; courtesy of our family's support. Zana Marlow is half Spanish and half white. She’s a werewolf as well and a member of her pack’s warriors; belonging to the largest and strongest pack in the whole of the U.S.A… ’The Black Forest Pack’, and possibly the whole world of which Henry Slater, is its Alpha. Just like me, she’s 21 and also attends the same university as I and Zainab. Zainab Kazeem is the idiot of the three of us and also of the same age. She’s a werewolf too, from the Turkish Thunder Spear Pack’. She easily g

He is just so handsome that she is reminded of the Haze that’s fast approaching as her stare lingers with intensity. The Haze is the time of the year when every werewolf from the age of sixteen and older goes crazy with lustful sexual desires; the season when everyone old enough in the werewolf community fucks like crazy. It does happen once or twice a year. This unpredictable hunger will infect every single one in the pack. Those who didn’t have mates found temporary partners and fool around until they are contented. Consequently, there are no sixteen-year-old virgin in the entire pack, save Selena - who’s not just sixteen but eighteen, which makes her priceless and a catch for any reputabl

Zakira moans again as my semen started filling up her asshole. After a whole minute, Zakira finally stopped convulsing as I poured the last few drops of my cum inside her. I collapsed on the bed lying side by side with her. She turned to me and put her hand across my chest with her hand on my shoulder before closing her eyes momentarily. “So are you finally ready to tell me what you are?” Zakaria asked, hands still on my chest and her head on my shoulder. “Because you’re obviously not a human.” “I’m a werewolf.”

she said. “Okay, if you say so,” Gabriel replied sounding a little bit disappointed. “I will talk to you later,” he said as he quietly turned and left the office. On arriving at the hotel, Hailey noticed a roadblock with a lot of blue and red colors blaring, hearing sirens all around. It was late so she could not get a full glimpse of the incident, although she heard that it had been a werewolf attack. A young boy had been gruesomely murdered, with his limbs torn away from his body.

After listening to the story about John, Laura’s expression hardened. “That son of a bitch!” she spat. “How dare he prey on my granddaughter! Where is he now?!” Slightly terrified by the murderous aura, Zen reported that Sasha and Damian had the werewolf at Gabrielle’s hut. Mai had been ripping him a new one each time he regenerated. The girls had been doing a great job of making him miserable. Han was already there. “I can’t believe I’m last at the party. That wolf deserves to die. Even death is too cheap a price to pay after what he did to my husband and son.”

(Ahriman POV) It’s been more than three years that my foster daughter Zira ran away from this house, and I know that I’m missing some money but that’s not the reason I’m really upset about. About three months before she decides to run away from me, I was attack by a werewolf and was severely hurt that I needed some blood so I may heal. I was so weak and disoriented from the blood lost that I went to the wrong room. I was going to my room where my wife Madelaine is to drink her blood to be able to heal the wounds, but instead I went to Zira room instead. I didn’t realize until I was drinking her blood and that she was fighting me to stop doing so because my wife would never do so. Her blood w