Romance Werewolf Books Novels & Stories

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

Any wolf from the Aguilera family would only start physically aging at the ripe age of 435. Roman His eyes dart in every direction. His eyebrows furrow. Disgust sits at the bottom of the Alpha’s stomach as he stares at her. She's a disappointment. She hasn't even transformed. She stands in the middle of the field staring at who would be presumed the humans she was supposed to kill. There were tears in her eyes. The biggest weakness that a wolf could ever show. It slices Roman’s heart in half to feel their connection. She glances in his direction for a split second. And it is here, that staring into her eyes makes Alpha Roman realize that she is the woman the moon goddess intended for him.

I can now proceed with my plans and scheme to make Debra fall in love with me. Soon we will be in a city. I m sure Debra will not let me out of her sight as she is completely new to the human world. This is the best time to get my plan into action. Debra was busy crying in my arms and I was busy in thoughts to destroy her and her kind. A Vampire can never fall in love with a werewolf Debra. You may love me as a human but you will never get my part of love. I will entirely break you down and your family and get you all on my knee. You guys were too naive to compete with us.

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

He only likes to humiliate and whip me, degrade me before a few of his trusted guards simply because that was the only way he can get his limp cock to work. I loathe him with a choking passion. When I retire to my room, I find that the maids have immersed the bath water in petals of calendulas and lavender. After I discard my dress and sink into the water, I let my thoughts wander to how all of this had began. Twenty-three year old, fantasy-loving me would have called meeting a real life werewolf a fluke until I met my best friend, Diandra. It’d been over a year since then. “The calendulas will help soothe your scars, my lady,” one of the she-wolves serving me says, bringing me back to the p

“Ember and I share the fated mate bond. It is the most sacred connection in the wolf world, a destiny gifted to us by the Moon Goddess herself.” His voice grew louder, more confident. “I admit, we’ve had our issues. But the thread of fate can never be broken. Deep in her wolf soul, she will always belong to me.” He looked at me, his eyes burning with a twisted possessiveness. “No outside force can change that. Not even you, Your Highness.” The moment he finished, a faint sound, like glass shattering, broke the silence. The crystal wine glass in Lucian’s hand simply ceased to exist, crumbling into a fine, glittering dust that sifted through his fingers to the floor.

Alpha Liam was the king of their pack, the ruler of all werewolves, and his word was law. Cruella’s mind was reeling, too stunned to move. She barely registered Liam’s strong grip on her arm as he pulled her to her feet, lifting her from the ground as if she weighed nothing. The bond that had just been torn by Enzo now flared to life again—stronger, sharper, and undeniable. Her wolf reacted instantly, accepting the Alpha’s claim with a force that made her knees weak.

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

The war had become more than survival—it was now tangled with history, betrayal, and choices that seemed too heavy to hold. Tonight, the Wolf Moon would rise. It was the most sacred night of the year for wolves. A time for honoring ancestors, reaffirming bonds, and pledging loyalty under the moon’s gaze. For Alphas, it was a moment to rally the spirit of their people. For mates, it was a night of recognition. And for Lena? It was a reckoning.