Romance Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

I could see lights surrounding me too. And then, it happened. I could feel my body change. My skin began to ripple, my bones shifted, and my face changed. When it was done, I was no longer a human. I was a beautiful white wolf with blue eyes. My fur was velvet-like and without stain. I looked elegant as I stood before everyone. I was scared, but Alpha Solomon was there. He put his hand on my head and said, “You are a powerful werewolf now. You have been healed and made stronger. You are no longer the person you were when I found you. I changed you and I will change your destiny”

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

I told her. She nodded. "I'm going to get to my room," I said as I began to leave. "Red," Cali stopped me. I paused with my back turned towards her, waiting to hear what she was about to say. "I know how you feel, I know how it feels to love someone that doesn't belong to you, and it hurts very bad," I heard her. I spun around to look at her. Within her eyes, I saw sadness. "Where I am from before my entire pack was taken by strong flashes of lightning, I was in love with a werewolf from another pack," she told me.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

Cilyna said, wiping away her own tears as she stood. "Wait, Cilyna, there's something you need to know first. Something that all wolves need to know though the story has been distorted and changed through the years by this who are not of direct decent." Cilyna's mother said ominously. "I'm listening." Cilyna said as she raised a brow in cautious curiosity. "It's the story of our beginning. The true beginning of werewolves." Kaynon decided to poke his head in the room. "It is done. The fire has burned out."

The story of a classic and cliche werewolf romance novel. Yes I know, out of all the types of genres to read it had to be this. But hey, nothing interests me more than the supernatural, especially werewolves. It's just so amusing with how writers like to get creative with the story plots and their main characters. But in the end, it's all the same scenarios. Girl meets boy. Boy is a werewolf and discovers that she's his mate. Then there's the kidnapping, arguing, sexual tension, then the blossoming romance after girl comes to terms with him. There are some great novels that stand out from the rest, but you would know what is to be expected in the plot. Plus, werewolves are hot.

“Well, speaking of sniffing, I heard you were using my perfume again. Since when did you start caring about romance?” “Fell in love, or what?” I teased. Mia rolled her eyes, pretending to be offended. “I’m not in love! I just found a book about werewolves in love — it’s so exciting and romantic! They went through so much and found their way back to each other. They could even heal each other! I wish I could do that someday.” These days, werewolf romance books are everywhere, painting breathtaking tales of unearthly love. But in reality, not everyone finds their true mate. Many marriages are out of convenience, or just happen to be with the wrong person.

His hand shot out faster than I had ever seen a vampire before, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me to him, and making me whimper from the force of colliding with his body. His breath was on my neck, tormenting me, but it was far different from how I felt with Percy. Even when Percy kissed me out of anger or disgust, it never made me feel so -- so worthless, the way I felt now, when the Werewolf finally crushed his lips against mine. I did not fight him. It was obvious this was a lost battle. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my home. Juliet and Helen. If I tried well, I would not be present while this male did unspeakable things to my body.

I drew a simple, messy heart with two zeros inside it. "Volume Four," Xander said, standing beside me, his arm around my waist. "Volume Four," I agreed. Beyond the ruins, the world was vast, broken, and completely ours. The billionaire romance was dead. The Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts. But as the moon rose over the Cascades, a lone werewolf story began to echo through the woods—a story about a man and a woman who decided that the only thing worth owning was the way they looked at each other in the dark.

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.