Vampire Werewolf Yaoi Novels & Stories

And when sex is mixed, it's even better. Before the werewolf could bat his eye, the vampire grabbed his neck, bent him near the bed, and shredded his clothes with his other hand. He released his erect member with his right hand as he subdued the struggles of the werewolf with his left hand. The vampire tore the flesh near the werewolf's neck, taking his fill as he pumped into the struggling werewolf without preparing him. He has to break his arms to refrain him. Soon, the werewolf lay limp, his life seeping out of him.

"Boy, you are special, they thought you everything." "He is my slave, only ordinary one." "Be my toy then, I'll give more service." She moves swiftly slowly approaching Xiao Wan, circling him while her hand touches his body. Young Vampire bites his neck, because the scent of werewolf can't be found. Hijacking one human from a Werewolf member was fate, the luck by finding a place that hides in the mist. "Ahhhh." He doesn't resist and screams loudly, acting like got some pain. His body drops down to the ground, rolling around while touching the neck.

– Makoto said, between his screams and the growls of Joseph who lowered his mouth, kissing and sucking him, biting his nipples, non stop hitting inside him, amidst the noise of wet suction, slaps of skin against skin, slamming his testicles into his ass amidst his thrusts. With Joseph's growls, sucking on his neck, reaching down and biting at his nipples, while the man above him, being a hybrid between vampire and werewolf, his body hair grew, wings spread on his back, mid thrust. , when, the man above him, thrust his pelvis.

A surge of mana blasted Cameron backward into the wall. I darted left, claws glowing, slashing through the frost that spread toward me. “He’s fast, but not untouchable,” I shouted. Vaelen smirked. “Still think claws can cut through centuries of hatred?” He flicked his wrist. A torrent of light erupted from his palm, barely missing my head. I rolled, grabbing a loose chunk of marble and hurling it — it shattered harmlessly against his barrier. Cameron growled, shifting fully into his werewolf form — taller, stronger, eyes glowing amber. He slammed his fists into the ground, sending cracks racing toward Vaelen.

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

He ties the strip of cloth above the wound with brisk movements before dipping a strip of cloth into the scalding hot water and cleaning the wound as best as he can without making it bleed. "Now comes the difficult part," he whispers, holding up the knife. My hand trembles when I wave it over the knife, channeling my power through my fingers. Within moments, the blade turns red hot. The Werewolf inhales and exhales noisily as he pinches the edges of the open wound together. It hurts, but I know I’ll be experiencing a different level of pain when the hot knife seals my wound. I turn my face away; my hands clenched into fists when he brings the knife closer to my thigh.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

For a moment her face was hidden by her messy light brown hair, but then she looked up to reveal her face. His sharp dark green eyes scanned my face then turned to the face of the child in my arms. At this close distance I could see a wound on one of his eyebrows which was still bleeding a little. And from this close distance I can smell its unique aroma; this man is a werewolf, and he has a very strong aura similar to Alex. Those green eyes returned to my face, then I realized that He was waiting for my answer. "Thank you" I muttered hoarsely.

As werewolf and reaper, their connection intensified, and their lovemaking became a passionate dance that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding. In the privacy of their shared sanctuary, they reveled in the unique sensations that their transformed bodies offered. The strength and grace of Chloe's werewolf form intertwined with the ethereal touch of Jonas' alpha essence, creating a symphony of pleasure that resonated through their very beings. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, guided by an instinctive understanding of each other's needs. The intensity of their passion surged, fueled by the deep bond they had forged in their shared experiences and the unspoken connection that