Naruto Werewolf Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Alice - Being a Luna was never part of my plan but it was my destiny and now I was loving it. I am Alice Anderson a hybrid wolf with a werewolf father and a mother who was a witch. That makes me special. Not always in a good way. After going through several trials and tribulations I was finally at ease with Lucian. I am Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack and Lucian Blake is my mate. Generally, life was good. I loved living in the pack and there weren't any more death threats.

He said and gusted his fist on the nose of Jerome. "One last wish.." Kyara tipped her finger up and made a puppy face which always worked on Nathan. She walked to half conscious Jerome to the surprise of Nathan. "You thought you would get me? Well, my fiancee is a werewolf and he will not allow you to live for having your eyes upon me." She slapped him hard and Jerome fell to the ground vomiting blood. "Enough, he might attack you." Nathan growled to Kyara apprehensive she would be ambushed.

"Or..do you want me to sleep in your room?" "I don't know..." they are already in front of Rena's house and her parents, beyond their imagination... Riri is standing with her hands on her waist with Nero's alpha beside her. “So slow… are you two werewolves or a pair of snails? Nero and I have been waiting for you here for a long time, I got bitten by mosquitoes all night standing here…” Riri whined when Ronan and Rena approached. "Oh yeah? What honor… until our arrival is awaited by two important people in this pack?” replied Ronan smiling politely. He knew Riri is the annoying type but actually he is just making a joke.

“ Both of you Shut up !!! Jayden said when he couldn't bear their annoying whispers anymore and his Beta and Gamma immediately shut their mouths in order not to provoke their Alpha. ༺♡༻ The next day was Saturday, Muna slept longer than usual as she had been up all night watching an interesting movie on N*****x so she had slept late. She woke up panting hard with beads of sweat on her forehead. She had that dream again of the Werewolf chasing her in the dark forest. She would always wake up after the Werewolf had turned into a man in torn clothes and would repeat the same words again ‘ Mine ’ What could this mean ? She remembered Sharon's words about her being a mate to a Werewolf but she wou

As the members of the Crimson Pack tensed, their instincts sharpened, and their eyes narrowed in anticipation. The air became heavy with tension as the growl reverberated through the woods, causing the very ground to vibrate beneath their feet. Rey's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the familiar scent—a scent that stirred a mixture of fear and familiarity within her. It was the scent of a rogue werewolf, one who had abandoned all ties to packs and lived a solitary and dangerous existence.

Sadly all of those beautiful black curls were pulled back into a loose ponytail, but he was still ruggedly handsome. Naremi came running into the kitchen almost out of breath, wearing a bright orange bikini top and a matching silk bikini wrap tied around her waist. She was also barefoot. Come to think of it I never really see too many of the wolves wearing shoes when they were home. Her flame red hair fell around her shoulders in shiny waves. Lio and I looked at her concerned. “Naremi? What’s wrong?” Lio asked. “Some of the new wolves…The men…They’re trying to force themselves on Gleasuss’s mate! Everyone is starting to fight each other, it’s a mess!” She said frantically in between her brea

The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the clearing, symbolized the timeless guidance that Luna provided to her pack. In one such gathering, Luna addressed the pack, emphasizing the significance of embracing change while preserving the wisdom passed down through generations. The teachings of the elders, intertwined with Luna's guidance, created a rich tapestry of knowledge that resonated through Nampa. The cycle of life continued to unfold, with new births and the passing of older members. Luna, standing amidst the werewolves she considered family, found solace in the enduring connections that bound them together. Nampa, under Luna's leadership, remained a place of harmony—a haven where wer

Artemis looks up from the book, noticing my internal struggle, my fight to regain control, to fend her off. Her invincible hands wrap around me, securing me in her clutches. ‘Our blood was spilled unjustly, and so must theirs be. An eye for an eye. The werewolves must burn!’ Suddenly, I'm overwhelmed by an intense, searing pain, feeling the energy in my body activate involuntarily. It burns my flesh like fire. I scream, a shrill, almost inhumane sound, clutching at my body as my sanity frays, my magic spiraling out of control. More explosive and dangerous than ever, the air around me ignites with power, swirling chaotically.

Her mother always got very emotional when she told stories, that was probably wjy she was such a great writer. "The young werewolf was actually the Alpha to his clan and members of his clan refused to accept a mere human as their Luna. The werewolves constantly grumbled but they couldn't fight with their Alpha publicly so they planned and invaded his house. The Alpha had to fight off many wolves just turned to protect us..." "Us?" Mira asked confused

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.