Knot Werewolf Novels & Stories

As they settled down, Zeev showed his little scrapes on his right elbow that’s almost healed now and went on his discovery. “First, you don’t have to worry about Zane. He’s okay. He’s at home now. We got into a minor accident earlier and –” “What?!” The guy shook his head and sneered, expecting his cousin’s reaction. “I said, he’s fine. It’s nothing.” When he saw Tyr subtly sigh in relief, he continued. “His necklace snapped. I smelled his wolf. He got burned by wolfsbane. He’s a werewolf, Tyr.”

she huffed. “Knot?” I thought in befuddlement. “It's how werewolves and lycans mate. The male will knot you while he gives you his mate mark. It makes your consciousness bind together and is a lovely bond,” she clarified while Nikolai stood there eyeing me with a smirk. “Are you ready?” Exhaling deeply, I nodded, and he offered me his hand. Placing mine timidly into his hand, he escorted me out of his room, downstairs, then through his enormous house to the back sliding glass doors.

I will just try my best to protect her until the contest is over. My laptop was turned on before me. The same video from three days ago was replaying on it. I have heard the audio a lot of times that it now felt illegal. “Alpha Kyran of Darknile's pack. The ex supreme Alpha of the werewolf clan has been noted to be a wife in his own marriage by letting his woman lead after him, and bringing shame to Darknile's pack.” I scrolled to the next video. They all sounded and looked like a joke to me.

Even though she was young, she understood my explanation and hugged me, comforting me like Castor did when I felt troubled. My attention was pulled to Pollux and Care as they entered the room, carrying a large bag together. The loud thud as they set it on the wooden floor grabbed my attention. Pollux opened the bag and took something out. Rope? “What are you guys planning to do with that?” I moved over from the edge of the bed and crouched down beside them. “Learning some knot-tying?” “Exactly, Luna. Knot-tying’s one of the basics they teach at werewolf academy for survival out in the wild. You won’t always be crashing on the ground in wolf form. Gotta take care of your human body, too—make

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

He told her. “Downworlder hunter.” She corrected him. “I’m not just a vampire hunter, I also hunt werewolves but sure, I’ll just change clothes.” Cassadie agreed as she decided to wear her yesterday’s clothes. “Should I buy you new clothes?” Yomiel asked as he went on wearing his usual suit. “Nah, no need. We can wear this for a week.” Cassadie told him. “Eh, what about the underwear?” He wondered as he tilted his head as he looked at her.

Derrick hated Lucas and he always had. As Lucas arrived at "The groove" which was actually the name of their werewolf community, he couldn't help the anxiety that was squeezing at his chest. Even his wolf was feeling it too and it shifted uncomfortably inside of him. He was the next Alpha of the Lucent pack and his choice of a mate was almost as important as breath.

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.

How can she hurt me? “It wouldn’t matter to them who among us was involved. If one of us has done something wrong, it’s as good as the whole pack has done something wrong,” Roark continues. Many of the Werewolves nod. The alpha looks thoughtful for a brief minute, and I want to believe that he finally sees the problem, finally understands that it’s time we made ourselves heard, time we stood up for our rights. But he dismisses Roark’s statements. “No, they’re not that dense. Connor was punished differently from the rest of the pack when he tried to fuck that witch.”

The wolf who once prided himself on pristine presentation now seemed entirely neglectful of pack appearances. "Luna," he called, stepping from the shadows between territorial markers. He clutched a bundle of blood-red wolfsbane, a traditional reconciliation offering. "I understand everything now. Though your mating with Dominic is legitimate, you bonded after knowing each other for merely a moon cycle. You cannot possibly love him. You orchestrated this to wound me, didn't you?" He extended the flowers, clearly expecting me to accept them as I always had in the past. I didn't reach for them, but responded with calm detachment.