Romantic Werewolf Stories Novels & Stories

I fought a loosing battle with my wolf and in the end I had give in to the temptation, skipping quickly down the stairs to meet her when she was unaware like a love struck teenager. Why her scent was so strong and intoxicating to only me is still very puzzling and difficult to understand. Only mates were this intoxicated by each others scents or perhaps was a very strong portion prepared by some powerful witches to make my destruction come through the confusion of loving different women. Then I have to find those witches and give each and every one of them a painful death for making me waste my time that I should be investing in taking over the investment that the annoying organization is co

However, one night destroyed their beautiful image, they started becoming crazy. Alpha Broderick's father told him that someone controlled them that day. It was none other than the blood king, the noble vampire who hates werewolf to the bone. No one know the reason why, but one thing was certain, vampire and werewolves will always be enemy. By the time Alpha Broderick left his house, Delta Cluxx was already waiting for him. His looks different from before, he's now wearing the battle coat of their pack and look more stunning befitting that of a warrior.

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.

Especially not like this. "Well?" The Alpha stared down at me with clear impatience. I swallowed down my disgust, and slowly moved to grip his cock. But I don't know what to do. Wait, I've seen this before. Werewolves mate everywhere in the pack house. I think I might have seen one couple do something like this. As I recalled the women who go down on their mates, I began to mimic them. Gripping the base, I rubbed my hands up and down his member.

Everyone was up and about preparing for the arrival of Star raiders pack and their Alpha. I've heard so much rumors about him. Some say he's young and charming, some say he's old. But today, I was going to find out. Deep down I anticipated the arrival of their pack hoping I could finally see my mate. I would die for a mate from the Star raiders pack. Their male werewolves are all handsome and well built. And for me, the sooner I get a mate, the sooner I leave this pack, and Crystal behind.

"My name is Lily. I was born in a small pack in the eastern mountains. We were poor. Happy. Nothing special." Vance shifted. Impatient. But I kept going. "Five years ago, Alpha Caden came to our lands. He was kind. Charming. I was young and stupid and fell for it." Caden flinched. Small. Almost nothing. "We were mates. Fated. He told me he'd never felt anything like it. I believed him." Serena's smile faded. "Three days later, he rejected me. Stood in front of everyone and said I wasn't good enough. Wasn't pretty enough. Wasn't worthy."

I added. "She just smells great. How can I stop myself from smelling her?" he answered back. "Can I compliment her? And it is a compliment. Why take it in a bad way?" he complained. Yes, we are werewolves—millennial ones. We can live as ordinary people do. We can go outside, act like one of them, and do what we need or want to do. They do not know that they are living with different creatures. We are all living with other creatures. They just do not know about it yet. No one knows, aside from the people like us who are different from them and the real people who can tell who we are.

Getting married would prevent me from having the one thing I wanted most; a cure. "He likes you." I turned to Jennifer, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at the smirk playing on her lips. “You like this, don't you? I bet it was your plan all along. Bringing me here, introducing me to him. You wanted him to pick an interest in me." She didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. "And? Why is that such a bad thing?" "Are you serious?" I was livid. She sighed. "Sweetheart, you're twenty-three. Most young werewolves are married by this age. I'm not going to sit by watching an opportunity such as this pass you by. You deserve to be a Beta."

She told him but just that night, as if warning her that things wouldn't be alright the raven came back and sat on the tree outside her window. Angelica watched it for a long while but it didn't fly away. Getting out of her bed she went to the window. She looked outside and watched the darkness that fell over her town. Then she looked up and far away. She saw the cursed castle standing proudly on the hill. People called it the wolf's den because they said anyone who went to the castle never came back. They were eaten by the big hungry wolf living there.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.