Hombre-lobo Novels & Stories

His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a godlike complexion that were perfectly complemented by broad shoulders, tattooed arms corded in muscle and full lips that were currently pursed in concentration. He was handsome. Unbelievably so but Chloe couldn't work out why she couldn't look away. It wasn't like she hadn't seen attractive looking men before. Werewolves were naturally beautiful but something about this male had Chloe captivated. He was easily the definition of dangerous and perfect even with the scar that split one of his perfect black eyebrows in two.

The day my school's principal called me into his office to have a word with me, I knew it wasn't good news, and somehow I'd seen it coming. There was no hiding it as the rumors had been going on around the school, fast spreading like wildfire. The famous Lobos Samuel Curtez had been killed at his own party. Samuel Curtez was the world's biggest nuisance and the country's most wanted criminal. He was New York's head of the popular 'zolo' mafia gang, taking after his late father, Carlos Curtez, who had terrorised and shaken up the world in the same manner.

The kiss he gave me, I'm ashamed to say that we could have lived as a close couple. I curled up on my sheet as my mind recollected seeing the blood eyes wolf in his human form, only a shadow of him. He was very tall, taller than Turner. It was like he was a giant form of a human. He stood strong and was robust. I could see he had muscles, a lot. I was starting to wish it was not his shadow I had seen. I covered my head with my sheet not wanting to think about him. It felt wrong, after all, he was a werewolf and was evil.

He shuts his book and puts it away. “Tell me this, Lord Jokovich,” he begins. “Do you think that it is possible for a wolf-less Lycan to not only disappear from a fiery building but also take down an entire city of rogues? Moreover, he supposedly destroyed an entire building and turned it to dust.” “Lavi is one of the strongest men-” “He is,” Morales agrees. “He is strong but even the strongest ones have a limit. Lavi, on the other hand, does not have any limit.”

Crossing one leg over the other, Luana stared right into the eyes of this heavily built long-haired, tanned skin and milky-eyed man. He had a well-cut beard and could be mistaken for a Wolf, with those eyes. His body had blisters and marks that showed he had been tortured enough but he just won't give in to what he knows about Shelbrooke and his plans.

I ask. He lowers his eyes to the ground. “She looks identical to Queen Alora, and she said so. Fae cannot lie, right?” “Fuck,” I groan before mounting Nightmare again. “Lobo!” Lobo is at my side in an instant. He is staring daggers at the man before me. “Do you know him?” I growl. Lobo looks him up and down. “I do not.” He sniffs the air. “He is an Omega.”

Dad shook his head, "Shit. We will put him in the dungeon and let the council figure out what to do with him." We went in Alpha Lobo's room, and he was also sitting up. He had a few more bandages, but he's coherent. Nyla told me, "His wolf is fine. He's saying that this guy is an exiled Alpha. He was a tyrant in his last pack. He hates being a rogue and no pack would accept him, so he wanted to form a pack. He needed a special wolf to make his pack be a true pack instead of constantly fighting amongst themselves." I relayed all this information to dad, and he walked in the room and asked, "So, Lobo, how did you know about our special wolves?" He smiled and pointed at me, "I was only interest

I need to know how to protect her from this psychopath. "He is a wolf," Henry said. "The kind that smiles in your face and stabs you in the back. Evil. Violent. Former rogue, raised by humans. Has six children and two on the way. He says that humans should be respected, but he does dirty business. They all do, bartering, they said. Humans are the servants; they just don’t know it. They exchange them, claiming it's a nice change, some return, some are killed after they’re used. Women. Word has it that he is obsessed with a woman who ran away from him. "Yeah? Go on."

She thought he had known her as the Wolf Queen. "Aren't you afraid?" In return, this time, it was Selina asking that question. "I've killed so many people. Am I still afraid?" "How much?" "Twelve" After hearing the man's answer, Selina laughed loudly. “People always think they are noble, but they are all cannibals in the end.” The man also laughed. He didn't feel humiliated by Selina's words. He used a mocking tone. "Aren't you human?" "Yes, I'm a Wolf!"

he hissed before he stalked out of the cabin and slammed the door. I was stunned for a second and felt the tears rushing down my cheeks as I started crying. My shoulders started shaking, but I felt a light touch on my shoulders. "Give him time," Lilith began massaging my back once again in a soothing manner. "Men can be such cruel creatures sometimes. Be it whether they're normal men or werewolves, they're all the damn same."