Romance Wolf Books Novels & Stories

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

“What would the guys in those romance books of yours do?” I narrowed my eyes at him--- wishing I could just kill him. That son of a bitch read my books?! I knew that every single wolf in my rogue pack had given me side-eyes every time they caught me reading those pink books with big half-naked honks on the cover. Nobody dared to speak against it, mostly because they fear me... But what the hell was I supposed to do?! It wasn’t like I could gain any good, non-toxic relationship experience living as a rogue with men, most of whom considered women as objects to be used for their lustful desires.

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

Every wolf looked forward to their 18th birthday, it was when their wolf would fully awaken and the search for their soulmate began. Gerwulf only gave a short laugh," Eloise I have a bad feeling about tonight.... maybe my mate is going to reject me? I'm a bastard, I was born with bad luck." He ran a hand through his blood red hair, the only thing that gave him away as a hybrid. Only somebody born of a witch could have such a color. "My claim to being a future alpha is... well, it's nonexistent. Even if I bare the mark, Hylda will always fight for either Keifer or Delmar to succeed. What could I possibly offer somebody?" Eloise frowned hard, trying her best to stay happy for him. It was her j

Lucy nodded in Naomi’s direction. “Well, as if having kids wasn’t scary enough.” Naomi joked “I have to go and have a special one with a target on his back” Lottie’s wolf made a growl deep in her chest. “Apologies but that was my wolf and I agreeing that they will put a target on Alex over my dead body. I have a duty to him, and I take it very seriously. Also, I’d be lost without his little hugs” she said smiling softly.

he says suddenly. Sera blinks. "You're already mated. Wolf bonds are more permanent than marriage—" "I know. But Amara was human for thirty years. She grew up dreaming of weddings, white dresses, all the human traditions. Just because she's wolf now doesn't mean she should give up those dreams." "That's very thoughtful." "Is it enough? Is a wedding enough to show her how much she means to me?"

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

“I feel like I’m disappearing into it. The magic… it’s so loud. It wants me to… to unravel.” “Then let me drown it out,” he growled, his voice a raw, primal sound. “Let me be the only thing you feel.” He turned her in his arms, his mouth crashing against hers with a possessive hunger that bordered on feral. This wasn't the tender kiss of a lover; it was the claim of a wolf protecting his most precious resource, a desperate attempt to imprint his essence onto hers. He tasted of iron and dark promises, of the hunt and the home he had sworn to protect. His tongue swept into her mouth, a dominant, stroking invasion that left no room for the chaos in her head. It was an act of possession, and she

"Mating. Some of our kind get together because of friendship or because our parents arranged it, but some of us, the lucky ones, will meet a woman and instantly know she's meant to be ours." "How?" she whispered. "Scent. Instinct. The wolf. We meet the right woman, and we want her. Need her." "For sex?" "Sex that lasts a lifetime. When a wolf meets his female, he claims her. Marks her with a bite, and she in turn bites him back, completing a blood circle that binds them forever." "Why are you telling me this?" A chill went through her as she touched the scar on her neck, a faint impression of teeth that had never faded after David bit her their first time.

For freaking real. "Then, watch me," I gave him one more hard glare before turning the other way. Matteo caught me, Swinging me around to face him. I gasped, taken aback by his guts. The fucking guts he had. I watched as his eyes stayed on my lips. No way I was gonna kiss. No way, and I meant it this time. This was no human I was dealing with. This was an animal. A wolf. A lower fucking animal. But that knowledge only made me more hesitant in accepting the truth. How could a guy...his could someone with such nice blue eyes—eyes like an Angel's—be a wolf? How could a guy with the coldest, yet sexisest stare be a wolf. How…? How did that all add up? I knew how mesmerized I used to be, how my