Hot Werewolf Novels & Stories

he said nonchalantly, surprising me. “Why?” I asked curiously. Chewing on his lip, he asserted, “You're beautiful, Jade, and I don't want any man approaching you. Surprised by him I told him thanks. Nodding at me he smiled. “Do wolves and vampire women get there monthly?” I inquired, making him get flustered. “All I know is that werewolves go into heat once a year and become fertile,” he answered. Putting on my dad's cap I felt normal once again and side-eyed him.

“Warm enough, now?” “You could hold me tighter,” I tease. He smirks and holds me tighter. My heart races as I shift in his arms. I feel his erection graze my ass. My cheeks flush and I bite my lip. I turn around to face Frank, and snuggle against his bare chest. “You are so hot.” “Hot?” he smirks. I roll my eyes. “I mean, sexy…Errm, I meant your body temperature is hotter than normal. That’s common for werewolves, right?”

Instead, it brought a new level of understanding, compassion, and strength to their community. With the support of the pack, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel embarked on a journey of discovery. They sought to redefine the boundaries of love within their werewolf society, challenging long-held beliefs and prejudices. They organized gatherings, where werewolves from different packs came together to share their experiences and perspectives on love and relationships. These gatherings became a catalyst for change, fostering understanding and unity among the supernatural community.

“I would have killed them all…” The estrous cycle, which was also known as heat, was a time of fertility that generally lasted between five and seven days for female werewolves. It was always accompanied by intense sexual cravings. During that time, the female released powerful sex hormones which every male in the pack reacted to, even the male pups. It could usually be a dangerous time, particularly if the female was not mated, because conflicts and fights could break out between males as each would be drawn to the female in heat. Sometimes females in heat would either keep to themselves or move out of the pack house temporarily to prevent conflicts. Males who had to be around a female in h

Aloha Ron and I both feel and experience negative impact of the rooms hotness but we both care less and adjust to it's unfavourable temperature. After all we're werewolves. We're unlike vampire's. We're hot blooded creatures not cold blooded like the blood thirsty creatures. So our body within a pretty short time easily adjust abd blend with the high temp. So we really are unborthered. Our main focus and attention directs towards his questions alone. His wierd and some what hilarious question which greatly spins my head. It spins my thoughts and troubles me. I contemplate responding such question. It's really confusing.

They braced themselves, their bodies poised for battle, as a massive werewolf burst through the foliage. The creature towered over them, its fur bristled and eyes glimmering with a wild, feral intensity. It snarled, revealing sharp fangs and claws, emanating a primal threat. This was no ordinary werewolf; it was a formidable adversary, driven by a dark desire for the Heartstone. Luna and Amelia exchanged a glance, communicating their strategy wordlessly. With their bond bolstered by the power of the Heartstone and their love, they charged forward, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight.

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 ties the strip of cloth above the wound with brisk movements before dipping a strip of cloth into the scalding hot water and cleaning the wound as best as he can without making it bleed. "Now comes the difficult part," he whispers, holding up the knife. My hand trembles when I wave it over the knife, channeling my power through my fingers. Within moments, the blade turns red hot. The Werewolf inhales and exhales noisily as he pinches the edges of the open wound together. It hurts, but I know I’ll be experiencing a different level of pain when the hot knife seals my wound. I turn my face away; my hands clenched into fists when he brings the knife closer to my thigh.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX