Sexy Warewolf Novels & Stories

“I am more aggressive with people than Jacob, actually, but as a wolf, I have high senses, so I don’t like people showing attitude or talking rubbish.” "In short, Jacob is best for you, and Athena is good for me because I am really short-tempered and dominating!" I looked at him with wide eyes. He just said dominative? "Yeah, you are right, I am so dominating in bed; I am not soft like Jacob, but hard like a rock!" "I like rough sex, and I am waiting for you to shift and fuck you in your wolf form!" Oh my god, I don't know, but I can feel the heat being poured onto my cheek while burning my skin with desires and needs.

She nodded and gazed at the man who I still didn’t know the name of. “Yes, sweetheart. Your life as a human has finally come to an end. From now on, you’ll start anew as a werewolf, a new member of the Crimson Shadow pack. Since you’ve come of age, you will be attending the mating season, and from there you will meet your mate, your fated pair.” Aunt Alice’s words were encouraging but her last statement told my gut that I’d be in serious trouble… …mating season?

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.

Beowulf might be a jerk, but Isabelle doubted he would sleep with Lorelei when she would be clearly carrying Xavier's scent even if he had not marked or claimed her. Besides, Beowulf was not just an ordinary wolf, he was an alpha wolf, and would know she was already mating with another werewolf in the pack. And Isabelle was certain Beowulf would not go that far to alienate Xavier, knowing the other male was the chosen alpha, more powerful than him, and with the authority to banish him or sentence him to death. Xavier might just be unnecessarily jealous or something had happened to make him accuse Lorelei so brazenly. She thought of speaking with her brother as soon as she could get him alone

Laughter and the sound of padded paws filled the air, creating a symphony of ecstasy that echoed throughout the forest. Meanwhile, months have passed. A uncommon and strong incident had occurred in the center of the wolves' dominion during the starry night. Seraphine had given birth to a male Alpha Werewolf with her royal demeanor and dominating aura. Raff, as he was named, came into the world with a power that seemed to mirror his mother's. His fur was a deep crimson color, the mark of strength and terror.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

Cassie stated. Felix sighed, he felt a little flush. What he was going to explain to Cassie was the sex talk, but the werewolf version. “Cassandra, I hope I don't overstep when I tell you this. Just know this is as awkward for me as it will be for you,” he cleared his throat. “On the full moon, she-wolves go through something we call heat. They give off a smell that most unmated werewolves can't resist. So they usually give in to their primal desires. Even though you're not a wolf, Mitch will want to, you know — "he coughed. “Have sex,” Cassie finished for him.

she muttered against my chest. "It doesn't matter; werewolves are sexual creatures with a high sexual drive. Now that you've shifted, you'll find yourself horny multiple times a day, and I will be here to pleasure you." As I explained, she covered her face with her hands briefly, making me laugh yet again.

Werewolves have a strong sexual drive and could go at it all night, especially during the mating season. If she smoked, Kendra would have lit a cigarette to pass the time, but she hates smoking. To her, it is a nasty habit. It doesn’t matter that werewolves are unaffected by the health consequences of smoking cigarettes. Kendra was about to throw caution to the wind and go after the rogue when her query came bounding toward her, looking drunk. He must have drunk a lot to be this affected. Werewolves don’t get drunk easily, unless, like the rogue heading toward Kendra, they overindulge.