Pink Werewolf Novels & Stories

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."

Among the thick trails of smoke was a gray wolf. My eyebrows knitted together as I stared in confusion, and as I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t gray, but white. It had only looked gray because of the smoke, but its fur was actually snow white. A white wolf. That was a rare color to see indeed. White werewolves were exclusively female and usually highborn. It was a fur color reserved for royalty and nobility, and I had never seen a wolf that shade in person. Guests who had been trapped within the building followed the wolf, coughing as they stumbled out.

"Yeah, my mate" "She can't speak when there are strangers around and that is the reason she didn't speak to any one of you. She is a werewolf just like you but also a witch like the twins" "Are you a werewolf too?" "Nah, I am just a witch. Pearl is a special child. She is born with a wolf spirit. It hasn't been awakening yet and that's the reason she can't be among other people. She also can't leave this place yet or else she will die"

I warned and they both nodded. "Your wish is our command Alpha. But hold on, tell us who she is and why you have brought her here? She is very unique, her type of werewolf is really rare. Pink hair, pink eyes. That's one beauty to behold and not let go, what are your plans now Aida...? Oh sorry, Alvans."

she finally said something that would create a breakthrough for us. “A witch has to be there to perform the ritual, especially one as powerful as giving werewolves those kinds of powers. So if you’re looking for anyone, look for packs that have witches living among the members,” she said. I turned to Darius as if silently asking him to think of all the packs with witches living among the pack members, and his eyes lit up. “There are only two packs I know that have witches living among them. Silversnow pack and Moonblood pack,” he said.

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

And who am I? My name is Marise Hyman, and I am eighteen years old. I am a werewolf. I was born in Russia into the "The Black Shadow" pack. It is the most giant pack in the world. Our pack grounds are high up in the mountains, far from society. But we don't have to worry about being seen by humans since we have a protector that keeps our ground hidden. How? Magic.

She shook her head slowly. "What's that?" Pearl whispered. She was scared but curious. Taggart brought his face closer, and his orbs changed into mesmerising gold. Pearl suddenly gasped in shock. "You." Pearl's voice didn't come out because of her surprise. "I am a werewolf, and you will be my bride." When Taggart confesses to Pearl, she becomes even more stuck and loses her ability to think clearly. She knows nothing about the secrets of this world. So far, Pearl has had realistic thoughts based on facts and scientific data. She never believes in fairy tales or myths that make no sense.

Kael stepped in front of her, massive, protective, lethal. The scent grew stronger. Then a twig snapped. From the shadows stepped a lone wolf, smaller, gray-furred, eyes glowing unnatural amber. It wasn’t pack. It wasn’t wild. It was something else entirely. A spy. A harbinger. And on its flank, burned into the fur like a brand, was a symbol Elara recognized from the old tapestries in the manor... A broken chain wrapped around a bleeding moon. The mark of the northern packs. The mark of war.

The wolf, who had been busy chewing up Gavin, spat out his shoe and growled menacingly, followed by jumping on me. I sidestepped, but the wolf managed to push me down with its left paw. I let out a loud cry of pain when I felt it sink its teeth into my shoulder, but before any damage could be done, the wolf immediately retracted its teeth, taking a step back away from me, its green eyes staring at me as if staring right through my soul. From the corner of my eye, I saw Taylor throw a silver bomb at the wolf, who immediately growled out in pain, shifting into a very naked and muscular man, Alpha Alexander Pierce, my biggest enemy!