Teen Wolf Smut Novels & Stories

The brown wolf lowered its head, almost begging the large death wolf. The death wolf snapped its jaws at him and the brown wolf walked to the edge of the mountain ash and mistletoe mixture. The death wolf seemed to grin as the dark brown wolf was struggling to do what he was told. The death wolf growled more and the dark brown wolf whimpered as he stepped on to the mountain ash and mistletoe mixture. It sizzled, burning his skin.

Continuing their exploration through the book, he turned to a specific page, and Jennifer bent down to examine a sketch of her wolf. “It’s-” she began. “It’s the rarest kind,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. “A cursed wolf named ‘Snow.’ A beautiful creature who could blend into the snow with her white coat. But her story took a tragic turn when she fell in love with the head Alpha of a pack, not knowing he was already married to a witch.” As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection.

I hated the way he said it because he wasn’t wrong. Mara reached into the satchel and pulled out a small cloth bundle. She unwrapped it, revealing dark paste sealed in a tin. The smell hit me immediately, sharp and bitter, like crushed herbs, ash, and something so rancid it made my nose wrinkle. Rowan gagged. “What the hell is that?” “Something that will make you smell less like blood, sex, panic, and poor choices.” I glared at her. She shoved the tin toward me. “Rub it on your skin, your clothes, hair if you have to. It won’t erase your scent, but it will muddy it enough to buy time. Wolves hate it.”

Eta Wolf Suzette said, trying to move away from her. ■■■■ Letharia Vulpina is also known as 'wolf lichen.' It is a neon-green moss that has been used to weaken werewolves for several days. As long as you can see it in the dark and keep away from it, the effects will wear off quickly. But if it is disturbed by sunlight or water, then it will grow even more violent. Rook Theia started laughing like crazy seeing her condition. Just at that moment, Eta Wolf Suzette sees King Denzell who is probably coming to see her.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

The smell coming out from her mixture is suffocating and definitely not good. Just the mere inhaling of the smell is doing more harm to my wolf than good than imagining drinking up the whole content. Using my scarf I untied it from my head allowing my hair to fall off at my back, I tied the scarf around my nose to avoid inhaling the smell. I can see wolfsbane, aconitum napellus plant, and a pungent smelling silver gray Wormwood, which is an artemisia. At the other side of the counter is another set of plants that are toxic and can easily kill werewolves placed there.

I burst through the tree line into chaos. Six massive creatures prowled through Steele territory. They were not wolves. Not anymore. Cursed beasts twice the size of any natural wolf, with eyes that glowed different colours. Red. Green. Gold. Purple. Each one represented a different bloodline. A different ancient horror bound to flesh and rage. And they were slaughtering my wolves. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves I trained with. Ate with. Lived beside. Now reduced to torn flesh and spilt blood.

To add to his persona, he was even wearing ten rings on ten of his fingers, all made of silver and all having skull images curved into the silver. Contrary to popular belief, wolves weren’t affected by silver at all. It was forest herbs of a special kind that affected us more. Moonflower, among others was a flower extremely poisonous to wolves, especially if someone put it into our food or drinks. It could poison our blood and cause weakness and disable us for days. That was where our sense of smell came in to save our lives. We were taught to identify the scents of all things poisonous to wolves from a very early age. And that was where my enmity with Darcia started. He tried to poison me b

Gunner growled at him. "I am her mate, she is my mate, my soulmate!" He said the last part in a whisper, I almost cringed. " I would rather, be hanged on the stake than accept you as... The moon goddess would not even do that?" I huffed at the thought, he can't be my mate, may the moon goddess forbid it. 'Mate,' my wolf said and I smiled, 'we will meet him soon.' I said in my head but my wolf shook her head furiously.