Lesbian Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

“Right. I almost forgot that you’re a werewolf. And a part of you forgot to mention that before you shoved your wolf dick inside me.” He didn’t flinch…. Asshole. “I didn’t think it was relevant,” he said, stepping closer. He lifted his hand and brushed the back of it across my forehead, like he was checking my temperature. And even now… I felt a spark, like electricity under his touch. I closed my eyes without thinking as my breath hitched, shamefully so. “You still react like that when I touch you?” he murmured, leaning in until I could taste his breath. I opened my eyes to meet his hungry gaze but before I could say anything, the door creaked open. A woman walked in wearing lingerie, and h

If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

Torches flickered around the sacred circle, casting shadows that danced like spirits on the edge of the forest. The Blood Moon Pack stood in silence, a sea of faces lifted toward the altar at the center. It had been built of white stone and entwined vines, blessed by the elders and marked by the Moon Goddess’s seal herself. Tonight, their Alpha would take his Luna—and their Queen of Wolves—before the gaze of the heavens.

The shelves stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I walked slowly between the rows, running my fingers along the shelves until I found the section on werewolf history. I grabbed a few thick books that looked promising and carried them to a quiet corner table near the window. The light was soft there, golden and peaceful. I let out a breath and opened the first book, skimming through chapters on bloodlines, first shifts, pack traditions… stuff I probably should have known already. I’d only read a few pages when someone pulled out the chair across from me.

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

LORA Okay, so Maya's back in Seattle for some family thing and I'm basically losing my mind trying to juggle everything alone, which is stupid because I did this for THREE YEARS by myself but, somehow having help and then losing it makes everything feel ten times harder. Alex is settled into Crescent Moon Academy which... honestly is amazing but also terrifying because it's like Hogwarts for werewolf kids. Since the development of werewolves differs significantly from that of humans, Alex couldn’t simply attend a regular school.

Alpha Liam was the king of their pack, the ruler of all werewolves, and his word was law. Cruella’s mind was reeling, too stunned to move. She barely registered Liam’s strong grip on her arm as he pulled her to her feet, lifting her from the ground as if she weighed nothing. The bond that had just been torn by Enzo now flared to life again—stronger, sharper, and undeniable. Her wolf reacted instantly, accepting the Alpha’s claim with a force that made her knees weak.