Reverse Harem Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

“Tell me how it is that you came to be in Havermouth, and how cuffs made by a magic we agreed would never again be used are being put upon the wrists of werewolves here.” Meguitte covered her face with her hands. “The Van Helsings known as Sparrow’s true name is Logan Wren,” she said, her hand dropping to reveal that she was weeping. “When he was barely more than a child, his sister became involved with a werewolf. The werewolf tried to turn her, but it did not work. She only partially turned. She fled to her home, more beast than person, and killed her parents, and wounded Logan.”

“They said it was war. They said it was justice. But it was murder.” Herold reached for her hand. “And now justice returns.” She stood slowly and walked to the window again. Outside, wolves passed in groups, unaware of the storm growing around them. “The Alpha’s madness is our key,” she said. “The curse still lives in his blood. The Moon Goddess did not forgive his ancestors. It only waits.” Herold smiled. “Then push him.” Esmeralda turned back to him. “I already have. The herbs I gave him were not only for sleep. They awaken the darkness inside him. They make his wolf restless. They make his mind weak.”

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

“Wish me luck!” “You got this,” I whispered. She pranced to the front, pricked her finger, and dropped her blood. The cauldron hissed. Smoke curled upward in a thick silver mist. “House Vargheim.” The crowd clapped. I grinned. Wolf girl. Knew it. She bounced back, glowing. “Did you SEE that? Omg! I’m a Vargheim bitch!” Then....“Isandra Haddock.”

"I am sure, alpha. The jealousy has been killing me. Watching her heal you with blood. Watching Ezra cut himself for her. I want my place. Avery, tell me yes. Let me bite." Avery swallowed hard, her hands gripping his shirt. "Yes. But talk while you do it. I need to hear why this matters so much. Make me understand the fire in you." He pushed her hair aside, exposing her shoulder. "Because you are ours. Not just his. The reverse harem means balance. I bring the raw strength. The kind that blows walls and drives through fire. You feel that?" His mouth hovered near her skin. Avery shivered. "I feel it. Your hands are shaking. Jax, this bite will hurt. You ready for what comes after? The bond p

They were gorgeous among werewolves, who were already preternaturally attractive beings. Maybe she could recover from this. If she could figure out a way to tame her libido, things could go back to normal. Maybe she was just full of hormones because her first shift was close. What if her wolf turned out to be a horny beast, and she had to satisfy her urges constantly? Maybe there were herbs she could take that would suppress any hormones or horniness. She could at least look into masking her scent. There had to be herbs for that. She started looking up books that could give her insight into how to fix this. Witches could do all sorts of things, but she didn’t want to mess with them. They wer

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

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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

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