Loup Garou Novels & Stories

His face changed, his eyes glowing an intense amber as his jaw extended into a powerful muzzle. It happened quickly, faster than Lune had expected, and soon, where Arlo had stood, a massive wolf now towered before her. He was majestic, his fur thick and dark, his eyes piercing but still carrying that same softness she knew so well. The room suddenly felt smaller with his imposing presence, but despite his size and the raw power emanating from him, Lune didn’t feel afraid.

Sex with your soul mate, a lupus garou, was nothing short of magical. Once more, Darien’s hot gaze raced over her. His body yearned for her with a desperation she could identify with, and she longed to heighten the sensation by shouting for another climax. Yet he restrained her, claiming and possessing her in order to make her his for as long as they both lived. She adored what it meant to be a lupus garou: the intensity of their passion, their unbreakable link that was greater than their familial one, and their insatiable desire.

**** DELLA I watched as Hunt walked off towards the aisles before I went in search of clothing. Since it was going to be cold in the mountains, I took three sweaters, all neutral colours like beige and brown. Being around humans always made me so nervous. No one wants to grow up as human only to learn that they're actually a beastly creature that turns every full moon because that's the time when our powers are at their peak and the Moon Goddess is calling out to us to embrace our role in nature.

"I don't remember this place looking so unkempt." Logan walked over to the desk and rested on it, turning to face them. "Alright, enough gaping. This isn't the most terrible room you have ever seen." He waited until they had looked around enough, then started. "I have already told Casper about this Louve, so it's you that should listen to me. There has been some updates about the recent happenings." Louve looked from her cousin to Casper and back. "What updates?" She asked. "So when we captured the rogue wolf, we found this tattoo on his shoulder. It's shaped as a crescent in a circle. That tattoo really stood out to me as I had never seen anything like it before. It was a simple tattoo, yet

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

Jasper and Lois also came, and I looked towards them. “We signed the deal early, so we came here straight. We will go back to the pack house after taking care of these rotten a*sholes,” Louis informed me through the mind-link, and it took us almost an hour to kill all of them. Tonight, there was something strange with all the rogues. It seemed like they were possessed by some dark force.

His aura was so strong that it made me feel uncomfortable and caused me to take a step back. "Touch my woman in any way and I swear on whatever you believe in that I'll rip your head off," the man warned strongly with an accent, shocking me and everyone who had stayed behind. "My woman?" Larson asked, then shifted his gaze to Roxanne who was standing behind the man, peeking. She moved and stood by the man's side, linking her hand to his. "Family, meet my mate, Garren. He is a hybrid born from a vampire and a white Lycan," she introduced as everyone looked at them in silence.

She missed her friend. "But....that's the Rogue Pack!" She had heard the stories about the Rogue Pack. If they were human then they would be one large Mafia family that didn't play by the rules and left death and chaos wherever they went. They were a combination, of werewolves, witches, vampires, and the outcast of every pack out there. They practiced black and powerful magic as well as the ones that upheld the phrase, 'No mercy. Death before deceit.'