Vampire Werewolf Yaoi Novels & Stories

"How are you doing?" "I'm not dead yet. Glad to see you again." Asher replied in a weak voice, as he came out of his thoughts. Vixel bowed and they gave each other a warm hug, then the mood changed and became more electric. "The last time I came to see you, you were still unconscious. So I preferred to come back later." Vixel said. "When you look serious, you have something important to tell me." Asher Saïd. "No, this time I want to know something. Bro, I want to understand how you could have had a romantic relationship with...a werewolf?" Vixel asked, eyes widening.

I whispered, biting my lip hard In my head they were all there. The huge werewolf with his thick fur and that fat, swelling knot at the base of his cock, the pale vampire with ice-cold skin and fangs that would prick my neck while he fucked me. The massive green orc built like a tank, cock like a fucking club, the incubus with ridges all over his dick and precum that makes you lose your mind, and lastly(but not the least) the tall, sleek alien with those slick, writhing cock shaped tentacles. I added another finger, stretching myself, imagining all of them using me all at once. My hips bucked off the bed. I was so fucking wet the sheets were ruined.

I stood on the ceremonial stone altar, my white dress flowing in the gentle forest breeze as I recited the sacred binding vows before the pack. But the space beside mine remained empty—my intended mate hadn't stepped forward. The gathered werewolves below whispered among themselves, their enhanced hearing making every murmur audible to my sensitive ears. "Another humiliation," I thought bitterly, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. Sure enough, Axel lingered at the edge of the clearing, toying with the silver binding bracelet meant for my wrist. He turned to my stepsister Diana with a smirk that showed the edge of his canines.

Chloe added. “I haven't really spoken to him,” Kayla said, which wasn't entirely a lie. They all started talking about how creepy and scary Derrick was, and Kayla took another glance at Lucas. Something hit her then, and her eyes grew wide. That scar! She remembered the nightmares she kept having. The werewolf that always chased her has a deep scar running from its eyebrows to the corner of its eyes. Just like Lucas. Kayla shook her head as she pictured the dark brown animal with deep eyes that had been trying to bite her.

It infuriates me. "I know what kind of guy you're really into. You like the bad boy type." His lips gently glazed on my neck making chills erupt all over my body. "The dominating ones who know how to make you feel good like that book I just read." His hands latched on to my legs pulling them and forcing them to wrap around his waist. He was now holding me against the wall while slowly sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. Small moans escaped from my mouth. "I can already tell that Ryan isn't the one who would give you all of that Maya." He started moving towards my bed and dropped me on it. Damon climbed on top of me and settled in between my legs. His lips found mine and a rough hungry

the bat guy explained. " What else did my father-in-law say? " the shameless monk inquired. " monks can't marry " the bat guy replied. " fuck your grandpa!! this honorable Reverend monk is not your normal monk. " The shameless monk replied. The two vampires argued back and forth for what seemed like an eternity before getting to their destination. The streets of hell were bustling, all kinds of demons roamed this street, from minions to huge monsters showing off their expensive hellhounds. Monsters of all races walked the streets.

She could feel the same connection she felt with Callan buzzing inside of her. Callan looked deep in thought as he stared into the distance. He was glad that they had finally found their mate. But he wished it would have been at a better time. They were currently at war with the rogues. Rogues are werewolves who were kicked out of packs and lost their human side making them grow feral. the second most vicious pack in the world, the dark moon pack being the first. They were also being constantly attacked by vampires. The Drengr coven. The coven of vampires. They were known to be the most ruthless vampire coven in the east coast of Romania.

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

And it was more surprising that the wolf who was attacking them was not Debra but someone else. I observed around if I could see her and yes, she was there lying at the corner of the alley, unconsciously lying on the ground. After seeing her lying miserably on the ground, I couldn't control my temper and transformed. And the wolf who was attacking them saw me and came for me. We had no other reasons to fight except I was a vampire and he was the wolf. Yes, he was a boy werewolf and I had no idea why he was there. I rushed towards him and grabbed him by the waist, pushing through the wall. The wall broke down, throwing each other out of the alley, he was below me struggling to get away from m

Ersa The Veylor pack. Everything I had heard about this place was steeped in contradiction and myth. It was the domain of Alpha Ynovar, a werewolf who had walked the earth for a century, but he was famous—or perhaps infamous—for something else entirely: his mate was a vampire. The thought made my skin prickle. Wolves and vampires were natural-born enemies, a blood feud older than the trees. "We’ll reach the borders within a day," Gavriel said, breaking the rhythmic crunch of our footsteps. He stopped, looking back at me.