Knot Werewolf Novels & Stories

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

"And the... the Knot? Can that happen with a human?" Maya let out a short, sharp laugh. "It can, but it’s rare. A knot is usually a response to a Loba’s heat. Since Alessia doesn't have a wolf-cycle, Vincent’s body won't feel that specific biological 'trigger.' He’ll have much more control than, say, a certain blonde rebel who can't even look at his mate without his heart skipping a beat." "Hey!" Félix protested, though his blush deepened.

asked the other twin, pretending he didn’t know what I was talking about. “I know you’re both werewolves. Knight is your alpha, Kaleb is the beta, and Luka is the delta or the third-in-command. How am I doing so far?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miss Thorne,” the tanner one said. “Really, guys?” I poured a good amount of olive oil into the pan and put two slices of bread. “Knight told me everything, and my grandfather is also a werewolf, a pack member of one of the New York packs.”

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

I replied. “Of course alpha.” He replied before walking away. As he walked away, I led him to the said field and waited for everyone under the moonlight. An hour later, every single wolf in my pack gathered before me with Lane who at this point was no longer an alpha bound by chains laced with wolfsbane and dumped by the side. A couple of minutes later, Garagan arrived alongside some other wolves with pieces of the guillotine which he began assembling. Seeing as everyone was gathered, I stepped forward. “Wolves of the fountain of light, it is an honour to be before you today.” Hearing my greeting, every wolf before me kept quiet.

When he had grabbed me to stop me from falling, I had gotten a sense of how strong he was, but had also felt how hard his chest was when I had accidentally touched him. This train of thought was not helping me make sense of it all. I needed to concentrate on all the information from last night. So werewolves exist, but not like Hollywood. They follow the Moon Goddess. My estranged cousin, Tyra was also a werewolf and had mated with Cassandra. Cool, LGBT werewolves were a thing. Zara was hooking up with Noah, who was also a werewolf and Cassandra's elder brother. Finally, there was Kristof, who was their Alpha which meant their leader. If I believed everything, then I would mate with Kristof

Unless I could reach him somehow. As I tried to rise, I was taken by the back of my neck with my hair tangled in his first. I could feel the very tips of his nails graze the skin that prickled in fear as I knew Grey Alluna would never hurt me. But Greydon the Wolf was dying to. I could see it in the way he studied the pulse in my neck, licking his lips at the thought of sinking his teeth in the waiting flesh. There was only a matter of time before he would get that craving met as even if we were to escape somehow, we were surrounded by hungry beasts all too happy to finish the job.

Narrow eyed I look closer and say; "You are right. This part tells the story of a massacred village. It happened during the night. See, here is where the sun comes up, and then everyone is dead with a naked man in the field." I see Dr. Cloe Addison's brows crease as she says; "Here is where people came together to find and kill it. They had spears, bows, and clubs. But none of them returned home." I think to myself, could this really be a werewolf? I murmur to myself and say; "Shit. This must be what the Tribe Elder was warning me about." Dr. Cloe Addison, asks concerned; "Sorry. Did you say something?" I hake my head and quickly respond;

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a