Sexy Warewolf Novels & Stories

Amarantha's POV I couldn't sleep after I witnessed Iram and Omnibus' entrance. It somehow freaked me out. Who was that woman with them? Was that a rogue? I heard several stories from my fellow humans before that werewolf are naturally born with a huge sex drive. They like banging a lot even if they would bang slaves. Most of them loved doing it with human slaves for they can be rough whenever they wanted to and liked the sound of their screams. I shuddered at that thought as I headed back to my chamber.

I wonder where he got so much energy and desire. I heard some indecent old werewolves talking to each other about the issue of making love. They say that aspect of the wolf race is compelling, like a stream flowing without stopping. But the unique feature is that the female wolf has a more robust sexual desire than the male wolf. At that time, I didn't know if it was right or wrong, but now I know it was all a scam. “Why are you up so early? Get some more sleep.” Ryan didn't open his eyes, buried his head in my chest, and continued to sleep.

The manor gates stood open under a sky the color of bruised peaches, dawn’s first light bleeding across the battlements like a wound that refused to heal. The pack had returned in near silence, wolves shifting back to human form one by one, shoulders bowed under the weight of victory that felt too fragile to trust. Elara walked at Kael’s side her hybrid form now settled into something breathtakingly balanced: silver-gray fur tracing elegant lines along her collarbone and forearms, claws sheathed but ready, eyes a deep molten silver flecked with the warm brown of her human past. Every step she took radiated quiet power, yet her hand trembled faintly where it rested on her lower abdomen.

Muttering, frustrated, she tossed and turned, finally falling asleep completely naked. A hybrid knew completely his desire when it comes to satisfying women in a Hybrid form, he could transform so easily. He watched and observed Angela Garcia for almost a week. He knew too well his status in the Human world, Werewolves, and Vampires. He wanted to live as humanely as possible before but chose this world where he could endure pain and suffering and could take revenge on other human beings and the supernatural world. The hybrid knew the ways and knew how to satisfy his craving for sex; male or female.

The pretty boy went closer to the confused country lad and asked in a whisper, “You turned into a werewolf, didn’t you?” Ben was surprised. “How did he know?” he thought. The ‘pack telepathy’ might not have existed between the two of them, but the look on the tall guy’s face told Francis everything. He then took out his phone, looked for a number there, and dialed it. After a while, someone answered. “Hey, Pia. Guess what? I fucking called it!” He paused to let the other side talk, then he answered, “Yeah, anyway, I won the wager, so I’m gonna meet with you later to get my reward… Mm-hmm, yeah, that place… Okay, bye.”

I could see out of the corner of my eye Kyle was looking at the human boy while shaking, so I knew his wolf was trying to come out. I turned around and faced the boy, he had a disgusting seductive smile on his face. He had jet black hair, forest green eyes and a nice body but he wasn't my type and plus he was an assh*le."Did you like touching my ass, baby?" I asked with my best seductive look. I walked towards him and put my hands on his chest, he smirked down at me.

There is absolutely no point in wasting my breath on these brainwashed border wolves who have spent cycles worshiping Vaelira's lies, but exposing my sister's fraudulent status will be much sweeter when I rip her throat out in front of the entire dominion assembly later. "Zafira... what did those females want from your pelt?" Selka Dreadmoor stirs from her bedding, her eyes flickering with a suspicious, greedy light as I grab my bathing furs. "Mind your own territory business, Selka," my mouth snaps coolly as I head into the stone washing chambers, washing the scent of the dirty campus from my skin while my wet core pulses with a deep, aching lust for Vickon’s thick, hard member. I crawl bac

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, old wine, and the distinct, coppery tang of werewolf. Every conversation died as we crossed the threshold. Dozens of pairs of eyes, glowing in every shade of predatory gold, green, and red, turned to us. The scrutiny was a physical weight, but I kept my chin high, my hand resting lightly on Kaelen's arm, the picture of serene compliance. A fortress. Give them no cracks. We had only taken a few steps into the cavernous hall when he emerged from the crowd. Alpha Vorian.

“I sell used panties.” Interesting. I’d heard this was a thing, according to one of my youngest pack mates. This sort of kink didn’t interest me, though I could understand for the wolves, or possibly many immortals, why this would be a thing. Werewolves especially are highly scent oriented. Smelling a woman, especially her arousal, was invigorating and highly sensual for us wolves. I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about this. I was more surprised she was comfortable doing something like this seeing as she appeared rather modest.

The fire has died out, and he makes himself busy rebuilding it. “Yes. Werewolves who are fated mates are able to communicate with each other telepathically once they have sealed the bond.” My eyebrows shoot up my forehead. “How do you… how do they seal the bond?” He has finished building the fire, and I extend my hands toward it. I’m astonished and embarrassed by how much the Altairain society doesn’t know about Werewolves. Aldrich takes my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. Looking me in the eye, he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the base of my thumb, sending delicious shivers down my spine.