Ugly Werewolf Novels & Stories

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.

"I have heard of Lycans, seen drawings of their kind in the Keeper's journal but never actually encountered one but I have seen werewolves – werewolves are cute when they are not trying to eat you. According to what I saw, Lycans are supposed to be ugly and vicious in their primal form," I said, "you were neither ugly nor vicious, I thought you were really beautiful and enthralling," I added, as I rubbed my face against the corner of his neck. He chuckled, then groaned when I rubbed against him, shifting, I lay atop him, using one hand to frame his chin and smiling into his eyes. He reached down to frame my hips and made me straddle him.

"Untouched. Knows how to cook and clean. Bidding starts at three gold pieces." Shame burned through me, but I kept my face blank. I wouldn't cry. Not here. A few hands went up. Bored faces, calculating eyes. They were looking at me like I was a cow at market. Then someone climbed onto the platform. He was huge, this werewolf. Scars covered his face and arms, twisting his features into something ugly. His breath smelled like rotten meat when he leaned close. "Turn," he growled. I turned, my face hot.

Ardolf said, his face contorted with a smirk. “It seems you have forgotten where you are, this is the Whisper pack, one of the strictest packs in the world, no werewolf will be subject to black magic, black witches used to kidnap young werewolves and use them for our plan, but that seems impossible now” Cara explained. “We can do it” Adolf reassured them, his lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I am sure we can if we just put our heads together,” Ardolf said. “That would be nearly as impossible, I don't have enough members in my clan again” Stephen revealed as he sat down, his face etched with concern.

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...

a vein appearing on her forehead as she began the chase again. Her father Joseph Knightley had thought her that Werewolves were one of the most evil creatures to exist, their goal was to eat and kill humanity and this was true. Every single wolf Clara had fought tried to kill her as soon as they looked at her. Only Alpha werewolves had their sanity intact while new breeds(betas) only had two things on their minds 1.Kill 2.Eat. However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away.

The high cut exposed her thighs to the biting cold. Then, without warning, the silence was shattered by a dazzling surge of motion. Above her, from a high, hidden ledge, there rushed down a huge, ugly figure. It was a werewolf. But it didn't look like the magnificent monsters of the Midnight Eclipse Pack. Its coat was uneven and falling off in clumps; its skin was covered with weeping, silver-seared chemical burns. Its eyes were a dismal blood red, devoid of intelligence, and driven only by a crazed ravenous hunger.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

18+ ONLY. The shaft pierced me, sliding home with minimal resistance, I am shamed to admit. I cried out as both woman and wolf as he filled me. I wasn’t even sure which member of the Pack it was and he was fucking me bare with the burning intent to get me with child. I was helpless to resist. I could only lie there on my belly as he humped me vigorously, mindlessly. I felt his knot swell inside me and I wailed despairingly even as pleasure swept over me, again and again like waves of the sea. My body sang for him to unload his nut inside me. The others gathered round, panting and drooling, cocks hard and dripping at the ready as they awaited their turn with me. My pussy opened all the more

Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notoriou