Male Fantasy Werewolf นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My tone is soft and seductive, hoping he would get my meaning. He smirks at my joyous smile and slips off his shorts in one swift motion. I listen to the cracking of his bones and watch him shift into a huge werewolf. His fur is a shadowy dark gray color, so smooth it is almost smokey, silver blue. I am mesmerized by his wolf; he is absolutely stunning and definitely an Alpha male. I thought he said he was just a warrior? Normal warriors aren’t usually the coloring of an Alpha.

If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile. “First up we have Werewolf number N17M115. A rare wolf from the Northern Mountains. Born in the wild, this fighter wolf has his instincts intact. Captured when he was 5, he was trained from a young age and has been fighting ever since hitting puberty. He has only ever lost one fight…” Jackson tuned him out. He didn’t want to hear it or else he’d be purchasing more than one wolf today.

"That we're bonded now. Forever. That they're werewolves and I belong to them." There was a long silence. Then Maya burst out laughing. "Oh my God, you found the kinkiest billionaires in the city. Werewolf roleplay? That's actually kind of hot." "I'm serious, Maya." "I know you are, babe, but come on. Werewolves?" She shook her head, still smiling. "They're clearly just really into dominance stuff. The possessive language, the biting, the whole 'you're ours forever' thing—it's all part of the fantasy."

He had jet black fur, two sharp protruding silver fang, long cold claws, and golden eyes that radiates killing intent. The aura he emanated suppressed the werewolf fighting in the area. All of them stood in place not attacking nor defending, it was as if time stopped. Among the warriors present, Delta Cluxx and Elder Justin trembled in fear. Because of their superior sense, they could immediately tell how dangerous Beta Terrie of the Golden Hound Pack had become. The aura he released were even comparable to Alpha Broderick. Before their eyes, Beta Terrie walked out of the collapsed building. The aura surrounding him gave immense pressure that standing upright was a difficult thing to do. Eve

No one turned so soon, plus there was a ritual that needed to be done before a human could turn into a werewolf. Jim sensed Kristoff's wolf at the forefront. “Malia?” Arrow, Kristoff's wolf, replied. “Yes, my love. It is I, Malia. I have waited for you to find me for two centuries.” Their bodies slowly floated and settled on the bed. “I don't understand what's happening,” Jim announced. “Malia has been my mate for many lifetimes.” Arrow explained. “Are you talking about reincarnation?” Jim asked. “Because not many wolf spirits get to be returned. Only the purest of souls do the moon Goddess grants second and sometimes third chances at life.”

The male werewolf was a sadistic brute, delighting in his victory. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the torrential downpour. Antonio's eyes snapped towards the sound's origin, his heart pounding like a tribal drum in his chest. From the shadowy edge of the forest, another werewolf emerged. His black mane shimmered in the moonlight, his muscular body rigid with predatory intent. Rain streaked down his coal-black fur, trailing rivulets that glowered ethereal under the luminous moonlight. His eyes blazed, a fiery crimson that bore into the scene before him with a fierce intensity. His gaze was locked onto the female, her whimpers of pain tearing through his composure. This newcomer was

Maza, a 25-year-old rogue, strolled through the dense forest, his muscular frame barely concealed by a tattered shirt and faded jeans. His piercing blue eyes scanned the shadows, searching for his next conquest. As a werewolf, he craved the thrill of the hunt, the rush of adrenaline that came with each new encounter. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a tantalizing scent on the breeze. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, the musky aroma of arousal filling his senses. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he followed the scent, his steps silent on the forest floor.

had got away with these atrocities. As human slaves they had no voice, they were there to please their Masters and that meant letting them do whatever they wanted to their bodies the male werewolves had high sexual needs most of them wanted sex several times a day and their females rarely reciprocated that need. This was why they kept their female humans they could sate their desires on their soft malleable bodies as often as they pleased and they were rarely refused. The human females enjoyed what these gorgeous men did with them Werewolf males were all tall and toned their bodies super fit and flexible from all the training they did, you never saw an overweight Werewolf. Not only that bu

I wonder where he got so much energy and desire. I heard some indecent old werewolves talking to each other about the issue of making love. They say that aspect of the wolf race is compelling, like a stream flowing without stopping. But the unique feature is that the female wolf has a more robust sexual desire than the male wolf. At that time, I didn't know if it was right or wrong, but now I know it was all a scam. “Why are you up so early? Get some more sleep.” Ryan didn't open his eyes, buried his head in my chest, and continued to sleep.

Almost immediately, someone's persistent and strong hands pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to lie back down. The girl tried to catch her breath, not making any more attempts to move. A voice next to him cursed in displeasure. The picture before her eyes gradually gained clarity, and the girl saw a small room, a wide gap in the fireplace opposite, the soft light from which at first seemed so bright. Then she froze, barely breathing - a tall, broad-shouldered man was standing very close, thick reddish-brown hair was gathered in a ponytail at the back of her head and descended below her waist, a rather beautiful face, tensely compressed lips, eyes gleaming with green. A bare torso marked w