Sexy Warewolf Novels & Stories

Chapter 50 In the depths of a shadowy forest, where the sun's rays rarely dared to penetrate, a sinister ritual was brewing. The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyers, a sect of ruthless power-hungry werewolves, had captured two of the most powerful alpheno werewolves in existence - Mary Jane of the Moonstone clan and Alfred of the Silver Paw clan. Their goal was to absorb the alpheno's immense chakra and the power of their supreme god, Fen, to become an unstoppable force.

The harsh, suffocating scent of burning lavender and rain-soaked earth clings to the grand archways of the Mercer Estate. I stand on the polished marble floor of the Winter Rose Room, my heart hammering like a trapped beast against my ribs. My wolf, restless and heavy, claws beneath my skin, reacting to the predatory tension saturating the air. I am a plus-sized female wolf, built with full curves, raw power, and an ancient Calloway bloodline that these blood-sucking freeloaders have tried to dilute for years.

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

He was in a royal blue robe today and his silver hair fell like water falls on his back while his golden eyes held serenity, giving him the most perfect look. As she gawked at him, she suddenly groaned and immediately looked away when she felt what she had been feeling since a while ago. She was wet, all wet, seriously wet that she felt really scared and embarrassed even if no one knows that she was dripping but when when she recalled what she had learnt while reading some time ago, she gasped. " Werewolves can smell anything, including the arousal of a mate."

The lad's body was ablaze from the moment of contact making him whimper with need as he desperately attempted to appeal to the stronger more forceful werewolf to take his virtue and lay claim to his untouched womb if only to bring him the relief that eluded him thus far since coming of age to go into heat. Rick's wolf could feel the sweet sensation of palpable fear radiate off him in waves and delighted in it. The sheer force of his dominance and the need to lay claim to the untouched womb of the interloper who had dared to venture into HIS woods without permission filled him like never before as he let out a low snarl and bit at the flesh of the whimpering Maddox's neck pinning him as he sl

My hands are covered in white wolf fur, claw marks flickering. I look at Jarek, panicked, but he's unfazed—his pupils slit, glowing blood-red. He presses his nose to my nape, inhaling deeply, a guttural, beastly snarl rolling from his throat. "MINE." Not Jarek's voice—his wolf's, primal, possessive. He thrusts hard, forcing his way inside me. "You. Are. Mine." This time, it's him, but the wild edge remains. His fingers pinch my nipple, hips slamming, fully penetrating me—

He was the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf kingdom, feared and respected by all. He was so scary that, despite being the most handsome being alive, as the rumors said, no woman wanted to become his breeder despite him searching for years and offering huge money. He was simply a terror that no one should mess with and as cruel as fate was, I had just gotten sold to him. Soon, I arrived at Alpha Xavier's pack house and I couldn't help but he awed at how huge and beautiful the place was. But despite this, I couldn't bring myself to admire the place as I was too scared of what might come next.

“Werewolves tend to prefer regional locations. Small, isolated populations where their pack behaviour is less obvious, assumed to just be another small-town oddity. Diversity historically originates from cities and spreads outwards. Werewolves, therefore, are slower to accept diversity within their packs.” Aislen twisted on his lap in order to flick him a look of pure seduction. She wriggled against his c-ck in a way that left no doubt that she knew precisely what she was doing each time she squirmed on his lap, and that each action had been done with deliberation. “You are ridiculously sexy when you talk like that, daddy.” He laughed with warmth, from his stomach, delighted by her. “And you

Her fragrance entwined itself around him, causing his shaft to twitch. "Everything okay?" she inquired, turning down the music. Since her T-shirt had ridden up a little, she flashed him a view of the swirly tattoo on her navel—no, it wasn’t okay at all. He found himself wanting to trace it with his tongue. "Shenna told me you plan to hole up here." Sophie sighed, "I figure that’ll make it easier for everyone." Sage knew it would be difficult for her. Werewolves were sensuous beings who valued both sexual and social contact. Going without it was detrimental to their mental health, especially that of their beasts. "That'll be difficult for you, and you know it."

He heard her shocked gasp behind him. Wolfaraine only shrugged, his eyes overlooking the foxglove tree a few miles away, "Every single one of them. A part of me is drugged and goes right ahead to ravish the human at that moment, to relieve the overriding ache in my body, while another part of me—the cougar—lies in wait...," A pause, "...waiting for me to lose control in the climax, then the rest is history. I wake up to blood and bones of the female I took séxual pleasures from." "God..." Ismena pitied all those women, even as her heart whipped for him. They were all victims.