Male Fantasy Werewolf Novels & Stories

The golden glow in his pupils wasn't a trick of the light anymore, it was steady and bright, shimmering with an intensity that made her skin crawl. “I’m not just some guy from the city, Mehanda,” Uriel confessed seriously. “I’m a werewolf. A real one. My father leads the Silver Fang pack on North Mountain. Everything you think you know about my kind is just half the story.” Mehanda stared at him, stunned. Her mouth was dry, like she’d swallowed a mouthful of sand. “A werewolf? Uriel, that’s not real. You’re messing with me. You’re scaring me. Just tell me you’re in some kind of cult or that you’re joking. Please.”

His eyes were constantly flickering between green and gold. “What the fuck is going on, Malik? You guys are not in a cult? Or is it a werewolf cult?” I spat out questions in one breath. “What does it do? Do you turn into animals?” “Wolves,” he supplied. “Can I see?” “Not today.” “Are we mates?” In the movie, they had mates and acted irrationally because of them. Malik’s head moved slowly. We were mates. I laughed, the sound washing over both of us.

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

Chapter 4: forbidden love Skylar froze in fear as she looked at the wolf. It was unlike any wolf she had ever seen before. Its fur was a deep shade of black, and its eyes glowed an eerie shade of red. She could see that it was not a regular wolf. She was surprised by the transformation although it wasn't a full moon. The wolf growled menacingly, its eyes fixed on Skylar. Skylar froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to turn back and run away, but before she could, the wolf jumped on her, pinning her to the ground with a snarl.

I was deeply appalled but, at the same time, excited with what I was seeing at the moment. I felt the arousal deep within, and my wolf was also on alert, loving what she was witnessing at the moment. 'Come on, Jasmine. Join them. Go. Touch their d*cks!' My wolf, Meeka, was always a pervert, and I couldn't blame her. The first time I had s*x was with the Alpha of our pack, Adam Hayes, who was now my enemy, but of course, I couldn't tell anyone that. I was still a member of the Blood Moon Pack. Then, after that, I f*ck several werewolves in the pack. Meeka was always in heat, and when she went wild, I couldn't control her. I thought I would never receive a mate anymore, but what a chance. I ha

Geran spoke, not at all hiding the delight he felt as he ran his fingers across his chest in a teasing manner with a pleased smile on his face. It was obvious that vampires saw nothing wrong with getting pleasure wherever they could find it, regardless of gender but werewolves were a different story. They had mates, which meant that most of their relationships were usually heterosexual. The instant Geran spoke about the marks on his body, the first thing Darun did was put on his shirt before he exploded in anger. “What the hell are you sprouting from your mouth?” Darun hissed, doing his best to keep his voice down, the second he noticed that it was early enough for most servants to be awake.

she muttered against my chest. "It doesn't matter; werewolves are sexual creatures with a high sexual drive. Now that you've shifted, you'll find yourself horny multiple times a day, and I will be here to pleasure you." As I explained, she covered her face with her hands briefly, making me laugh yet again.

No one wants their secrets to be known by a stranger, but I needed to know what exactly what was on Felix’s mind. I focused my mind and breathed deeply. An image flashed across my mind – a male werewolf holding onto a small, frail child. No. That couldn’t be right. It was a tiny female, much smaller than any werewolf I’d ever seen. She was a human. The blurry image sharpened into focus. I saw a male werewolf holding a pregnant female human in a desolate, snowy wasteland. But what did it mean? And what did it have to do with Felix? The werewolf was much older and taller than Felix, so I knew it wasn’t him. Was it a couple that he had known when he was in the North?

"What? What do you mean heat?" Jon exhales, pulling me against his chest as he props himself up a little more. “It’s a werewolf thing. When a female reaches a certain point in her maturity, usually after bonding with her mates, her body starts responding to them on a different level. It’s instinctual. Physical. Emotional. Your body’s telling you it wants... us. Although, it's weird because none of us have marked you yet but it may be different because you are a Velen." I feel my cheeks go up in flames. “This is because of you and Arc?”