Novel & Cerita Romantic Werewolf Stories

"The only way this is getting fixed is if you let me go." Brilliant blue eyes that still took her breath away, even given the crazy things she now knew, met hers. "You are mine, darling. Where you go, I go. Better get used to it." "What if I don't want to?" "You don't really have a choice. I marked you." For some reason, his answer irritated her. It sounded so clinical. "Wyatt says it's like a marriage thing for werewolves." "It is. We call it claiming our mate."

Staring within the creeps dark eyes, always scares me that he was up to something and was waiting on the right time to make a move. My aunt Christine was not as lucky as my mom in finding her, one true mate. Not all wolves find there one true mate under the full moon nor ever, and so they sometimes choose to settle with wolves who too was going through the same thing as them or wolves who got rejected by their partner or those who had lost their mates, just like the creep, Fred.

I could give her my blood but the doc and I don't know what that will do to her, so I just have to wait and let the drip do its work. I've have done a lot of reading these past few days, there is a few references towards mates in the very old books but nothing concrete. I wish I could talk to my parents about it as they were mates. From what I've found there is more about mates in the werewolf history then in the vampire history, a wolf can smell their mate and tell from little electric sparks that results from them touching. A vampire on the other hand takes a little longer, the mate must thaw their frozen heart before the mate bond will take affect. See a lot of vampires don't have the pat

Perhaps. - I'm certain he wasn't prettier than Romeo. – Serina says. - The important thing is that when he was born, there was no one else as beautiful as him. He met a young werewolf… - Is this the story of you two? – Peter asks. - No. It's the story of an ancestor of ours. - Ohhhhhh! – everyone says. - This young werewolf and the young vampire fell in love, They wore mates... Destinate companions. But their parents didn't want them to be together.

I blurt out and suddenly regret it because he abruptly jumps away from me and to the opposite side of the bed. His hair is a mess, running his hands through it, he makes it messier "Oh, shit. Could that happen?" he asks me. I have no idea. Usually when a vampire Links with someone, they have to turn that person. Is it even possible to turn a wolf? "There's no mating ritual for us. We just give you our blood and you become one of us" I explain to him. He furrows his brows "What?" I guess I have completely killed the mood "I don't want to become one of you monsters" he stands up from the bed and adjusts his clothes "Shit, we need to slow down on this. We have no fucking clue what we're doing"

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

Leaning ahead, she had her arms crossed over the table as she looked directly at me while speaking. “… They are gossiping about it, aren’t they?” I tried to avoid her words and stare, but I knew it was just a lost game in the end when I returned my gaze to Clarrisa and asked her that. I mean, the answer was already kinda obvious as there wasn’t anything else in the world that Werewolves loved more than running other than gossip. … Every single good Pack had its own group of perfectly trained gossipers, ready to share with everyone else the latest news and teas…

I’m kind of scared that it’s already starting to make a home inside my head. I got to literature and Mrs. Whitmore, our teacher who was evidently pregnant by the huge bump in her belly, began talking about the popular genres of literature in the twentieth century. One of them was the explosion of the werewolf fiction which I learned was portrayed in modern period with overflowing romanticism unlike its predecessor way back in the medieval era where it’s portrayed as horrifying. I couldn’t stop internally laughing at the thought that werewolves are romantic. Based on what I’ve seen so far, there’s clearly nothing romantic about turning into a beast. There’s absolutely nothing romantic about b

The forbidden love that had sparked the change now served as a beacon of hope, proving that love had the power to rewrite the rules and reshape the future. As the moon waxed and waned overhead, the werewolf kingdom witnessed a transformation that rippled beyond its borders. The alliance between vampires and werewolves, once met with skepticism and resistance, became a model for other supernatural communities. The story of Hera and me, a werewolf alpha and a vampire princess, echoed through the supernatural world as a testament to the potential for unity and understanding. In the quiet moments under the moonlit sky, Hera and I reflected on the journey we had undertaken. The challenges, the co

freak. Damien smiled wider. "Now you understand why I cannot remain mated to such a creature. I Damien Holden, Beta of Silver Creek Pack under the rule of Alpha Theodore reject you Laila Ashwood, as my mate. You are not worthy of any true werewolf." The rejection hit me like a physical blow. I felt something tear inside my chest, like my heart was being ripped in half. The pain was so bad I couldn't breathe. I fell to my knees in the dirt, clutching my chest.