Romantic Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Her energy… his. And that meant one thing. If another wolf caught her scent, they’d know she was claimed. And they’d test him. Or worse—try to take her. --- Selene wandered into town that afternoon, and something was different. People watched her. Too long. Too curious. Especially the women. Especially Lira. The she-wolf approached with the grace of a serpent, her silver braid gleaming like a blade against her black leather. Her ice-blue eyes raked over Selene with contempt.

"I'm not risking my life. You shouldn't either. It's not like you're his mate or he made you his luna." "I may not be his luna or mate, but I do care about my alpha." She sprang out of the car without waiting for Becca's reply, shifting into a golden beta wolf. She targeted a rogue who had hollow red eyes and raced in his direction, ramming into his gut and knocking him down to the ground. Another rogue leaped into the air from behind her and slammed her to the ground right next to the first rogue.

"H-how can I put this. Something romantic is something that is beautiful? In a way that affects your feelings? Yeah, I think that's right. When two people kiss it shows their love." "Oh. Like this?" He suddenly pecked my lips. I froze. I can already feel my face burning. "Like that?" He grinned innocently. "You uh, you didn't have romance in your pack before?" "I don't know. I did see couples but I don't know if there was romance in their bonds." "Bonds?" "Yeah. Mom told me that at any random age, after a full moon werewolves start to crave." "Crave? Crave what?"

You tell me what that was" "Oh my God. This isn't good. I have been reading about the werewolves lately, with the rumors going around that they are here. Could you have been bit by one? If that is the case, then you are turning into one." "No. The one I saw was in his four feet and a total animal, not human in the animal form." "Idiot. They do turn into animals sometimes and when they turn rogue." "If that is the case, what am I going to do?"

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

wasn't just a nickname as well. “Because you are my mate,” he answered calmly but that only made my brows furrow. “What do you mean,” I asked confused and he gave me a warm smile. “You're the one destined by the moon goddess for me,” he replied. “Moon goddess?” I asked, perplexed. “Yes, your… my fated lover,” he added calmly, examining my expression. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Fated lover, moon goddess, mate, everything just got mixed up in my head. I just found out that he was a werewolf and now that I was his fated lover, something in me leaped at the thought of that.

A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.