Reverse Harem Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

My eyes narrowed on the words trying to find something I recognized. "Old Norse." Her small hand waved me away from the book. "You can't read it. Quit breathing on me." I took a step back, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud at the fierce little she-wolf. "It says that there was an alpha wolf by the name of Freydis who took multiple mates from her pack as her wolf was too powerful to be satisfied with only one. Their mating increased their magical powers and lengthened their lives ten-fold."

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

I fought a loosing battle with my wolf and in the end I had give in to the temptation, skipping quickly down the stairs to meet her when she was unaware like a love struck teenager. Why her scent was so strong and intoxicating to only me is still very puzzling and difficult to understand. Only mates were this intoxicated by each others scents or perhaps was a very strong portion prepared by some powerful witches to make my destruction come through the confusion of loving different women. Then I have to find those witches and give each and every one of them a painful death for making me waste my time that I should be investing in taking over the investment that the annoying organization is co

Eyes may change shape, hands will change, and hair and eyebrows will gradually thicken and change color. She snapped the book shut and opened the next one. ...The belief in vampires and bloodsucking demons is as old as man himself and may go back to prehistoric times... Grabbing the last of the books she’d taken down from the shelf, she flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for. A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page

SCARLETT The walls were covered in blood, completely doused in it. I knew it was werewolf blood from the distinct stench, and that’s when I realized that none of the security men were in sight since we’d stepped out of the burning mansion. That sick asshole called Lucas Shahato must’ve ordered his men to kill them all and use their blood to paint the wall. Anger bubbled in the depths of my soul and I practically jumped over Blake and leapt out of the car. All three men stepped out right after me, rushing to grab me like they were hiding something from me, veiling a secret that they didn’t want me to uncover.

"Yes! Unfortunately, Leo got his wish. I am pregnant with his pup..." "Um... Sera! I don't know how to explain it, but your scent is totally different!" "What do you mean, different? It's Lucas's, so I didn't expect my scent to change to the same scent as it did when I was pregnant to Dominic and Caleb..." "As I said, I can't really explain it. There is a werewolf, there is a vampire-werewolf, then there is a mix of what smells like Alpha blood with Vampire power." "No... It can't be! Not this soon..." I see the color drain from Seraphina's face.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

She fanned herself dramatically. I rolled my eyes where she couldn’t see. “Then there’s Lucien Ashford. Cold, calculating, brilliant. He runs half the pack alliances in the region. Rich as hell too. And Rowan Everhart…..God, he’s gorgeous. Wild, untamed. They say he shifts faster than any wolf alive.” She sighed. “And Asher Stormwood. Charming, funny, but dangerous when he needs to be.” “Sounds great,” I muttered. “It will be. For me.” She stepped closer.

Swirled at the back of my mind like a ghost refusing to go away. Howling, I swung my head to the left. Inhaled deeply. There was a deer to our left. Large. Imposing. Male. The only sex I would hunt since that night. Following my lead, Nerezza went right, followed by Zaven and Kallik. They closed in whilst the Alastair or Amadeus, I couldn't tell them apart in wolf form, rounded left with Lysander.

5. Inheritance Whore Chapter One I signed the contract two days ago in my grandfather’s lawyer’s stuffy office. The paper was thick, the ink black and final. To get my inheritance—the billion-dollar trust fund that was supposed to be mine on my twenty-second birthday—I had to become their shared whore for one full month. My three cousins: Tristan, Louis, and Damien. The entitled, gorgeous bastards who’d always looked at me like I was something to devour. If I refused, the money went to charity. If I accepted, I belonged to them completely. Mouth, cunt, ass, every hole, every hour they wanted me. No limits. No safe words. Just raw, filthy use.