Male Fantasy Werewolf Novels & Stories

Heath closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to stroke his hand down Cameron’s chest, over the tightly packed stomach muscles, to Cameron’s c-ck, to close his fist around it, and for Cameron to arch back into him, groaning in pleasure… He pressed his face into Cameron’s shoulder and suppressed the ache within him ruthlessly. Werewolves were not gay, he told himself. Alphas did not want to f-k other alphas. They found female mates, and f-ked them instead, and when the mating urge rose after they turned eighteen, they f-ked human girls until they found the right she-wolf, because human girls were nothing, didn’t count, didn’t matter…

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

I shouldn't have, for a human and a werewolf can never be together. "She's a great fighter of the pack," retorted Cali. I was disappointed with the answer. It was not what I was looking for. I needed to know if they were mates are not. "What do you want to do for 1 hour?" Cali asked. "What will your brother be doing for one hour?" I had to ask. My eyes kept looking in the direction of his house. "Sex, crazy werewolf sex," said Cali. My eyes widened as I looked at her.

Guards whispered among themselves, their attention flicking toward the forest, where shadows moved unnaturally, like water flowing against the wind. I stood on the balcony of my room, staring at the treeline. The dream I had the previous night disturbed me, seeing Ethan in my dream unnerved me. I get the whole idea that Damien was not truthful with me because, as werewolves, we only get one mate. Right? My wolf stirred beneath my skin, echoing the unease I felt deep inside. Bella appeared beside me without knocking, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Her eyes were serious, unreadable, yet filled with concern.

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.

he lowered his eyes slowly, caressing them down the man to the evidence of the alpha’s arousal, before meeting his gaze, filling his eyes with sensual promise. The werewolf flustered, adjusting his clothing as his cheeks colored and Talen considered the reaction – maybe not a man accustomed to f-king other men, he thought. Talen’s male lovers had been few and far between, the memory of less than happy experiences tainting his enjoyment. He had always imagined that his mate would be female as a result. At no time that he could recall, had the possibility of a triad with another man crossed his mind, however that was the situation that it appeared that the moon goddess had placed before him, s

'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.

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 white man with a wolf-like skin penetrating the vagina of a black woman with a wolf-like penis. “The painting is too small for me to determine if the woman being penetrated is also a werewolf,” Clark said, “but this picture is intriguing. It is bringing fresh thoughts to some old perceptions I had about werewolves, perceptions that they only mated with people of their specie because of the force that bind them together. Some people I know who actually believes in the myth of werewolves never mentioned their sexual pleasure for women."