Male Fantasy Werewolf Novels & Stories

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

Thalia said. She attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but his hold tightened on her. “And you are not pushing me away yet if you didn't want me to touch you.” He said, looking at her through the mirror. Thalia grimaced. She could see the lust in his eyes. His sea-green eyes darkened with desire, and she didn't think they would return to their usual colour if he didn't get laid. She was aware of how werewolves were when it comes to séx. The way they acted was different from how humans do.

Marks/Prints can be found in any parts of their body and not necessarily at the same spot. Among these marks, half marks are the rarest of them all and almost inexistent. It remains a mystery up to this day because no one has ever been born with it and no living werewolves of many generations have seen it. In other words, no one has the knowledge that there can be half marks. Half marks are werewolves’ print that instead of having a complete symbol, theirs are missing the other side/half. These fated soulmates usually have stronger bond and connection with each other as they are believed to be one. Once mark-fated werewolves mate, they can usually feel what their mate feel when they are clos

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

Including me. Werewolves began finding their mates at eighteen. At exactly that age I'd looked into Gerad Justin's eyes and was crushed to realize he wasn't my mate. He'd probably looked into mine and thought, 'f*ck. Another one of those weirdos', not aware of the emotional turmoil going on inside me.

“That wasn’t for them.” My breath hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “That’s what scares me.” He didn’t respond, not with words. He looked at me so intently it almost felt like an answer. And then my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand like the world was done giving us space. I reached for it, blinking against the notifications flashing back. WOLF GALA ROMANCE SPARKS CONTROVERSY! HUMAN MATE OR PACK PROBLEM? Is Lord Marrock Serious or Staged?

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

'M-at-e. 'They have your mate? ' He let out a hoarse anguished cough then gave me a single nod. I could see his Adam's Apple bobbing, his eyes screwed shut too tightly. From the age of 35, male werewolves were known to go mad if they didn't find their mates. Even though he was still mateless, he was strong and he had no signs of losing his sanity. 'If they have his mate then they are making him do dirty jobs for them. ' Many questions ran in cycles in my mind and I couldn't quite understand how they even knew his mate.+

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull