Hot Werewolf Guy Novels & Stories

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

He immediately finds the cameras on the third floor. He is now looking at Accalia who's walking carefully but something caught his attention. "Accalia! The werewolf is in the wall!" he said while panicking. After what her uncle said Accalia immediately look at her upper part. The werewolf smirk as he gets down to the wall. His form is a big human-wolf with a fur of a wolf that is colored black and gray. He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front.

I wobbled a bit and sent a glare to Aaron before Alex picked me up and carried me into the bar. It was dark inside, and empty. Or almost empty. I looked around as Alex put me down in one of the booths and headed over to the bar. Sitting in the booth next to me were the two goons that I had seen at the bar a few days ago. I knew they were Elias’ men but didn’t know their names. Sitting next to one of the goons was an older man. He was almost completely bald with grey hair cut short. He was short but stocky and a familiar sight in the town. Harry was the owner of Howlers and also the oldest werewolf I knew. Werewolves had a reasonably long lifespan, and it wasn’t unusual for us to reach well o

Without a mate, a werewolf is just… incomplete. I was in the middle of chugging yet another drink when a low, sultry voice tickled my ear. “You look like you could use a little distraction there, miss…” his hot breath strokes my nape, making me turn my head. Standing there was a drop-dead gorgeous guy with tanned skin, silver eyes, and jet-black hair. His smile was as smooth as his approach. He’s hot, alright. “Uh, who are you?” “Just a man trying to party. I couldn’t help but notice you’re alone. Mind if I join?”

"I really don't want to break your heart but then I have no choice than to say this , the man that came to your village claiming that he knows what the problem is and what had been killing people in your village is no other than my heartless father and no other than that ,I want you to know that he's the one that had been killing the people in your village and not only will he do that he had come to use. you guys fight me , if you or anyone would ever succeed,then man that had behaved like a saint is also a werewolf. like you had come to kill ,you and all of your elders and your village. people had all been deceived and then you have no choice than. to agree. The guy gave turned to that of t

She was making it pretty damn difficult for him to keep his cool. “Not exactly. Have you seen the news today?” He asked her, and she shook his her head. Whipping out his phone and searching for the headlines, he showed it to her. Her brows furrowed as her eyes skimmed through the article, and saw the censored picture of the dead man. “So someone’s dead? Is it something serious?” She asked, not knowing what he expected her to feel. “He was a werewolf, Anna,” William bit out. “And whoever killed him was a Hunter, no doubt.”

And then, from the corner of my eye, a flicker of movement caught my attention. With cautious steps, I moved towards the source of the sensation. As I walked deeper into the grove, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the moonlight. It was a werewolf, his eyes shimmering with a kind intensity that put me at ease. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice laced with both curiosity and gratitude. The werewolf approached us, a gentle smile gracing his features. “I am Aidan,” he replied, his voice resonating with warmth and assurance. “I’ve been sent to guide and support you on your journey, Zack. The pack needs leaders like you and Freda.”

Veronica's POV: He chuckled softly, his eyes holding a glimmer of amusement. "I apologize for alarming you. My name is Gomez." The name echoed in my mind, resonating with the memory of the werewolf's transformation. I couldn't help but scrutinize him, searching for any resemblance between the man before me and the creature that had instilled fear in me just days ago. There was a certain familiarity in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability that contradicted the fierce nature of the werewolf.

He knew that the best way to tick me off was to keep something from me; yet here he was delaying the supposedly bad news. He slightly winced at my tone but, knowing he was in the wrong, said nothing about that; instead he finally blurted out, “The new guy is a werewolf.” My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. No way, how was that possible? There was a pack here already, so it was not likely that he had moved along with his pack. He might be a rogue, but that would mean that he had crossed the Sunshine’s pack’s territory without permission.

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV