Vampire And Werewolf Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"They're the Thanes. They're supposed to be unstoppable there were last year's winners." I thought for a moment. "How come I'm the only human here?" I asked. Lyra's expression turned serious. "You're right; you can't join the Vampires. They might lose control, especially during the game. The scent of blood drives them wild." She bit her lip. "And the Witches might curse you. The werewolf will are quite overwhelming for you." I smiled mischievously. "Seems like I'm just a spectator," I said. Lyra's eyes widened.

It took a step toward me, then paused, before turning away. My heart raced as I watched the beast disappear into the night. The adrenaline coursing through me was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but follow. It led me to the edge of the French Quarter, where the buildings gave way to the swampy fringe of the city. The moon cast a silver glow over the murky waters, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and life. As I ventured deeper into the shadows, I heard the distant sound of a struggle, the grunts of a fight punctuating the stillness. My instincts screamed at me to stay away, but the book's stories of the werewolves' code of honor and protection spurred me on.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Maybe you’ll stop being so stubborn. Maya. Listen to me. This is important. I wait, my heart pounding. The full moon makes everything more intense. What you’re feeling right now—it’s amplified by the moon. By your wolf. You need to be careful. I know what I’m feeling. Do you? Or is it just instinct? Just your wolf reacting to an unmated Alpha? The words sting. He thinks this is just wolf instinct? Just biology? Fuck you, I type back. I’ve wanted you since before my first shift. This has nothing to do with the moon.

I just focus on the tingles and warmth radiating from where he touches me as we move through the seas of people parting for us. For the first time today, I feel a genuine smile bloom on my face when I realize that Roman didn’t even seem to notice anyone else that was in the building. Sure, he does the dude nod thing to some of the young men praying for his attention, but when he sees the women who would happily take my place on his arm, he either leans over to kiss the side of my head or pulls me closer. No matter what happens, for once, I feel like it really will be okay. Life is different when you know you have a seven-hundred-something-year-old werewolf, hockey god for a mate. And this is

And right then, Darius's eyes had gone the same way … deep, burning amber-gold and then blazing up from the floor where I had him pinned. Werewolf. Vampire. Both of us exactly what we were, stripped of the performance. Neither of us moved. We stayed there, both breathing hard with our eyes locked…the room around us holding its breath.

After finishing that mythology book about wolves, I had researched online and found an entire collection of dirty, smutty romance novels about werewolves, especially alpha wolves and I might have… touched myself while reading a few of them. A few tense, silent moments passed between us. Heat built between my legs as I thought back to those books the violent, vicious nature of a man who grew claws and canines during a full moon, the possessive claiming and marking of another, the pure aggression every wolf carried. Fuck. They were all made-up stories, yet I could not stop thinking about them. The truth was I kind of wished Professor Vance would snap, show me his canines, sink them into my nec

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

Geran spoke, not at all hiding the delight he felt as he ran his fingers across his chest in a teasing manner with a pleased smile on his face. It was obvious that vampires saw nothing wrong with getting pleasure wherever they could find it, regardless of gender but werewolves were a different story. They had mates, which meant that most of their relationships were usually heterosexual. The instant Geran spoke about the marks on his body, the first thing Darun did was put on his shirt before he exploded in anger. “What the hell are you sprouting from your mouth?” Darun hissed, doing his best to keep his voice down, the second he noticed that it was early enough for most servants to be awake.

She dared not hope for more in fear of being disappointed again. "What will you do now?" He wondered. "I am sure there will be someone else to like." She lied. She was not sure. William went back to reading his book. "Is it frightening?" she wondered. "No. It is sad." He seemed so engrossed in it and read it with a frown on his face. Angelica was becoming too curious, but didn't want to interrupt him. When he finally fell asleep she took the book and began to read it. It was about a man and a monster. Both trapped in the same body. Both being each other's companions in sorrow and pain. The man was tortured. He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having mo