Lesbian Werewolf Novels & Stories

He needed to cool off after the events of the day and when he got the news of the infringer he was more than happy to use it as a punching bag. He finally realizes that his companion is a human being. A weak human being but he still loves her passionately. But the question is, how can this be possible? Not many centuries ago has a wolf mated with a human. It was impossible. This was the first time he had questioned the decision of the Great Moon Goddess, but he was glad that he had finally found his other half.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

Isis softly giggled, tucking that blonde streak behind her ear. “I’ll have to write that down. Sexuality factors into if a werewolf is affected by a she-wolf’s heat. I wonder if a she-wolf who is a lesbian would be affected. Not sure I want to find out myself. But it is an interesting discovery. My brother would… he would find it fascinating.” Isis rambled, chewing her lip a little as she mentioned her brother. “It’s okay. We all know and don’t care that your family is hunters. We won’t hold any of that against you.” I assured Isis, taking her hands in mine. She smiled softly, looking a little more relaxed.

I paused with my cooking and turned to her with a look that said, are you serious? "How can you have no shame? Some things are to be left unsaid", I shook my head as I was rebuking my daughter. She smirked and hit my shoulder, saying “sex is a good thing, Leo. Don’t be shy!! All werewolves are sex addicts.” I couldn't help but to laugh. She was right. Werewolves are the horniest species in the supernatural world. We both laughed. I went back to my cooking and decided not to answer her questions, but this woman did not stop.

“This… this can’t be.” I groan, barely able to move as I taste blood on my tongue. The cold still pulses through me, stronger than before. “She’s one of our kind,” Aleiscter mutters, trembling as he approaches cautiously. “She’s definitely a werewolf, but… I’ve never seen anything like this. She looks different. Her aura...it's unnatural.” The Luna doesn't answer immediately as her eyes is still on me like I’m some ghost risen from legend. Then she breathes out in full disbelief. “She’s a Dominican Ice Wolf.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that? We had sex once-” “Now she has you by the balls,” I chuckle, watching as he clenches his jaw and grinds his teeth. “And from what I’ve heard, she’s got it pretty bad, too.” He simply sighs when I say this, then shakes his head. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work, Vega,” he grumbles, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “She’s a fucking werewolf, anyway.” “Half-wolf, half-succubus, and last I checked, Succubi worship the same Goddess as Vampires,” I add, having learned that from Luna Caterina.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

I nodded; I could understand the situation from the werewolves’ perspective. For them, the situation was black and white when it came to the survival of the species, perhaps because they were one of the species most affected when near-extinction occurred. But seeing Liv talking to me openly about the subject made me realize that the fear had dissipated. “But you’re openly a lesbian, and I think that’s great,” I said without hesitation. She smiled genuinely. “Let’s just say I’m not a lesbian,” she said, and I frowned. “I can be with men and women without hesitation.”

"Mama always said the gardens help with big decisions." I turned to find Elena approaching, her expression soft with the understanding of someone who'd faced similar choices. "Did you go through this ceremony?" I asked, my voice hollow with the weight of impossible decisions. "No. I was born in a pack and I’m a werewolf Lora." She sat on the stone bench beside me with the graceful movements of someone completely at home in her own skin. "But I watched my human cousin go through it and she survived." "And the ones who didn't survive?"

My paranoia conjured sick worries of being raped, tortured, or murdered. This was an odd time to be thinking about Lykoan. A part of me hated his guts. Yet, my most vulnerable part nagged me for leaving him. It gnawed at me with what ifs and maybe’s. Madam Cumberbatch’s hands patted the air for them to be quiet. “Alright, people. Let’s start with the werewolf hybrid.” She declared excitedly. “This one’s a real treat. She’s a gold-bred elf.”