Male Fantasy Werewolf Novels & Stories

Whereas Bob would rather have fun and cheat on his exams. Marlon, being only 36, was the richest man in the empire. He’s respected by all but feared by most. Especially the slaves. His loath for black-furred werewolf slaves makes him the deadliest to us. Yet somehow my inner wolf wanted him. She was still tugging at me and pulling me closer to him; I could almost see the dark aura of his inner wolf trying to escape from his body and trap mine. It was almost as though I was being begged to give in to my desires. But my desires were wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. He was a superior nobleman that could have me killed in seconds. His gaze was dark and sent my skin crawling.

I licked his hand, which made me almost melt into his actions. "The werewolves are very romantic—they are so warm and good in sex." He winked at her. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped—I was not expecting such an answer from him. "They are so romantic in their sexual lives!" The way words rolled in his eyes almost made my pants wet. He reached out his hand before sliding my hair from my face and interlocking it behind my ear. I closed my eyes in pleasure for a second before sharing a look with him—he was looking while rolling his fingers on my cheek.

" The girl said. "But he will not be alive for much time... They are the most dangerous wolf pack. Alpha Marcus Black is the most feral of all the werewolves of the time. He is in his territory you guys messed up with the wrong ones this time!!! He will eat him raw if he doesn't give those papers back. You both are screwed." The man said in a saddened tone. The girl moved at her speed and grabbed the man by his collar.

As I walked by the third tent, I heard the unmistakable sound of lovemaking. “You’re so wet,” one voice said. “I want to taste you.” It was a male voice. “Me first,” a female voice said. “I want your rock hard cock in my mouth.” They were talking really dirty. I was always a little embarrassed by brazen sex like this, but for most of the werewolf community, sex is very normal. Most wolves are very open-minded about sex, and they don’t try it or cover it up. “I need you now. Bend over back. I wanna fuck you from the behind.”

I asked confused, “ The king has allies, and they desire to know the strength of the offspring of a human and a werewolf would be, so a small pack has agreed to give in their son to the king in exchange for land and gold,” “ This is crazy,” I murmur. The scenery changes and this time, we are in another room. I noticed Mara dressed covered in sheets she laid on a bed crying bitterly, “ How dare you rape me, you beast!!” she yelled angrily, pointing toward a man who stood a few inches away from the bed, his upper body was bare. “ You are my wife, Mara, whatever happened between us is normal, and I have every right to touch you!” he yelled back,

I said the words but they would never reach the person whom I needed to tell. I got up and began to walk again. I have to go to the forest but I wasn’t sure if I would make it. My vision was getting foggier and foggier but I continued to struggle. “Maya…” I breathed, “I really do…” Note: Usually when male werewolves mark their females only then the pair start going into heat and rut and their pheromones do not affect any other person, just their partner.

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

The pretty boy went closer to the confused country lad and asked in a whisper, “You turned into a werewolf, didn’t you?” Ben was surprised. “How did he know?” he thought. The ‘pack telepathy’ might not have existed between the two of them, but the look on the tall guy’s face told Francis everything. He then took out his phone, looked for a number there, and dialed it. After a while, someone answered. “Hey, Pia. Guess what? I fucking called it!” He paused to let the other side talk, then he answered, “Yeah, anyway, I won the wager, so I’m gonna meet with you later to get my reward… Mm-hmm, yeah, that place… Okay, bye.”

I smirked at his remark, for a second, I forgot us being an Ambrose. “Just reminding you,” I joked. “What brings you here?” a baritone voice from the only werewolf in human form spoke. “Where are your brown friends?” I asked as Rendall and I switch our direction, every werewolf we see is either in black or grey fur. “You know this is not a place to look for a puppy,” he replied. There is something in his voice that makes it frightening, and gloomy. “Where are your kind that has brown furs?” I sharply asked.

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.