Novel & Cerita Steamy Werewolf Romance Books

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

“Stop laughing! He said he’d propose in three days. What am I even supposed to do?” Lilith stopped laughing and gave me a serious look. “Do you want to marry him?” “I… don’t know.” “Since he doesn’t mind the pup, marry him, for your little one.” “Something just feels off.” “Oh, stop overthinking. You want your pup to be born without a name? Without a father? Is that what you want?” Three days later, Kaelen arrived with a betrothal gift so excessive that it stunned the entire region. Damian had given Chloe eighteen carriages' worth of gifts, which alone had made countless wolves envious. Only a Golden Lycan could afford such a display. Yet, Kaelen—an Omega Black Werewolf—showed up with more t

She moaned with a loud, primal feminine need that sailed far into the night while that same eldritch moon painted Shinatri's gorgeous young breasts, lighting them up like trophies in the dark. "AAAAHHHHH!!!!" Shinatri's moan turned into a high-pitched squeal as ecstasy ripped through her, her body shaking astride the gladiator's upturned figure. Moments later, Wulfkar joined her in bliss. His body heaved upward, and Shinatri's answering groan told all who watched that the slender Imperium girl was feeling the gladiator's warm seed fill her intimate depths. She fell forward onto him soon after, his cock and cum slipping out of her as the two renewed their fervent kissing. Meanwhile, Anaria ha

Genre: Steamy Dragon Beast Fantasy Romance Characters: Lustre Fleff: 26, an archivist with dragon blood hidden in her lineage, fiercely independent, olive skin with opal-hued eyes. Jammy Dracotar: 31, billionaire dragon-shifter, enigmatic, ruthless in business, darker in bed. Rumored to be part beast, part man entirely untouchable. . . . Lustre Fleff wasn’t supposed to be at the auction. It was private, invitation-only hosted in the belly of a mountain estate that only the rich or unreasonably powerful ever walked through. But she wasn’t just any librarian. She’d inherited more than books from her grandmother’s bloodline. Something old, coiled, and fire-breathing.

"But there are things you don't understand about me. Things that could put you in danger." Luna didn't care about the danger. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Jaxon, no matter what the cost. And so, they began a secret romance, meeting in abandoned warehouses and dark alleyways, always careful to avoid the prying eyes of the other werewolves in town. But as their love grew stronger, so did the danger that surrounded them. Luna began to suspect that Jaxon was hiding something from her, something that could destroy everything they had built together.

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

"Are you afraid of admitting that your wolf lost control?" He snatched her hands off his body and stepped back hard, like her touch had burned him. "Don't do that again." His eyes swept over her once, cold and dismissive. "You're not my type. Not even close. And my wolf is a greedy rascal. He wants a lot more than what you can ever offer." "A lot more sex?" "No, not exactly." "You want me to do those things to you in bed?"

The first rays of morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm glow over the wrecked bedroom. I stirred against Lorenzo’s broad chest, my body heavy with exhaustion yet already humming with the familiar, insidious pull of the heat. It had only been a brief reprieve—maybe two or three hours of fitful sleep—but the fire was returning, licking at my veins and making my core clench with fresh, empty need. Slick had already begun to seep again, coating my thighs and the sheets beneath us. I whimpered softly, pressing closer to the alpha’s solid warmth, inhaling his scent like it was oxygen.

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.