Sexy Wolfman Novels & Stories

Carlos glances at me and I frown. “Throw the bastards in prison.” I snarl just as the scent of her arousal hits me. The drugs may have taken a little time to take effect, but she has been heavily drugged, no doubt with Wolf Rain, the powerful werewolf version of an aphrodisiac that had become extremely popular in the last few years. One that would last far longer than the standard drug. I’ll put her in a room myself before someone tries something with her. Bending down, I scoop her up and she instantly moans, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

The scarred man had transformed into a werewolf, but unlike the mindless beasts they faced, he retained his consciousness. With this newfound power, the scarred man unleashed a devastating onslaught against the Alpha, his strikes precise and calculated. Amelia watched in awe as the scarred man, now transformed into a powerful werewolf, clashed with the Alpha. Their movements were a blur of fangs, claws, and fur. The ground shook with each collision, and the air crackled with energy.

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

I rolled my eyes mentally as I manage to cry like this is the last day of my life. They are 6 feet tall as their skin started to decay, where you can see an almost skinless werewolf. They have this very stinky smell like a corpse. I didn’t even puke because I was already used to this kind of encounter. “Grrr…Growl” I acted innocent as they look at each other nodding. I grimace as I can read their minds clearly. “She’s a human. An additional victim, maybe her blood is unique.” The other werewolf rogue speaks.

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.

Anne worked in despair. Anne's actions enraged the man, who shoved her to the ground. He pressed on Anne and engaged in bestial behavior before she could flee. Anne tried to keep her lips from smelling like alcohol and tobacco. His legs tried to kick him away, but the guy didn't notice and continued. His hands brushed against her shirt. The first button popped open and landed like Anne's hope.

Katie Clyde answered after pondering for some time. The Old man's face became grim; that treacherous king of demons had escaped hell to be a lackey of someone. "Who is your boyfriend?" the Old man asked. Katie pondered for a long time before saying, "A werewolf." The old man burst into laughter before his face turned cold, and a chilling killing intent seeped out of his body, making Katie Clyde's face turn pale. He snorted coldly, "You may now die now." He was about to snap his fingers when Katie Clyde suddenly disappeared. His lips curled, and he taunted, "Marcus, how long will you keep running?"

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

“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.

I chuckle. Glancing up, I notice the Alpha giving me a stern expression. He’s unreadable. “Who the fuck is Jay?” he asks, hostilely. “None of your business, Mr. nosey pants!” I backtalk. Wolfman crosses the room in haste. He forces me down on the bed, spreading my legs for him to fit in between—his body’s heavy, but it feels good under his weight. His knee connects with my center, and I can’t hold back the moan escaping my lips as his large hand wraps around my throat again.