Vampire Werewolf Yaoi Novels & Stories

; "Why do you ask? Are you what I might not understand?" "I believe so," he said. ; "How so?" Rayven asked, becoming curious. ; "What are your nightmares about, My Lord?" ; "Monsters. Torture. Pain." ; "Mine are about the future." He lowered his voice. ; Future? Oh no! It couldn't be. ; "What you see in your dreams, does it happen?" he asked carefully. ; William nodded. ; How could it be possible? ; A male prophet? All of them were female. That is why the killing continued. They couldn't find the female prophetess because he was a male. ;

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

V: Venom As Aphrodisiac, Vampiric Feeding During, Voyeuristic Pack Members Bites that inject pleasure-inducing toxins. Blood-drinking as part of sex. Others watching as pack or group dynamics. W: Werewolf Knots, Wings, Water Creatures, Possessive Mine Claims Anatomical locking during mating. Winged beings using flight or wings during sex. Aquatic creatures in their element. Verbal claiming and ownership. X: Xenophilia, X-Rated Interspecies Attraction to the alien and other. Explicit encounters between different species. Y: Yielding To Superior Predators

Third Person's POV Vanya's fever had just broken, and she felt light-headed and weak as she got out of bed. Her cedar pheromones still carried the weakness of illness, causing her to lean forward unsteadily. Theodore quickly supported her waist, and she instinctively grasped his arm. Her fingers touched the taut muscles of his arm, warm with the unique strength of a werewolf. They stood close enough to feel each other's heartbeats and breaths. Their pheromones intertwined in the air, carrying a subtle thrill.

Loving the tendrils of chills it sent down his spine. Slowly, he lunged his hand forward, cupping the professor’s ass. He groaned as he molded the mound of flesh against the palm of his hand. Yato flinched, whizzing as he turned and faced the werewolf master of his. At that instant he turned, Marcel laid a hand on his cock, massaging it. “Master…” Yato whined but was still unable to move. Looking at him with lust-filled eyes, Marcel reached closer and molded his lips with that of Yato.

The male werewolf was a sadistic brute, delighting in his victory. Suddenly, a guttural growl ripped through the torrential downpour. Antonio's eyes snapped towards the sound's origin, his heart pounding like a tribal drum in his chest. From the shadowy edge of the forest, another werewolf emerged. His black mane shimmered in the moonlight, his muscular body rigid with predatory intent. Rain streaked down his coal-black fur, trailing rivulets that glowered ethereal under the luminous moonlight. His eyes blazed, a fiery crimson that bore into the scene before him with a fierce intensity. His gaze was locked onto the female, her whimpers of pain tearing through his composure. This newcomer was

I frowned, glancing at Basil to see if he would say something, but he just sighed and lay back on his bed. “Listen here, dummy!” Sammy went on. “There are only five phantom wolves. Azriel, Zeke, Asher, Rhys and Dominic. Out of the five, Dominic has already picked one. Which is not surprising since he doesn't care for skills and is just interested in pretty boys he can toy with…” The last part made my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. So I was supposed to be the pretty boy toy?

Uneasiness crawls down my spine as I consider who it might be. Nervously, I walk into the building and make my way to Cassia’s painting room. The door is half-open, which gives me a good view of what is occurring inside. Rage reverberates through my body at the scene before me. Cassia and another man are lying on a chaise, kissing and touching. My eyes glow, and my body swells with rage. Before I know it, I’m pulling the man away roughly from Cassia’s arms. However, the man is not a man. He’s a werewolf. His eyes are glowing, and his fangs emerge like large razors between his outstretched lips. Our bodies meet with a hard slap of flesh and bones as we fight. I strain when two strong arms wra

While Zeev remained unfazed, expecting his cousin’s almost lightning move, Zane firmly shut his eyes and got startled; not seeing what actually happened. Tyr grabbed Zeev’s hand that’s holding Zane’s wrist. When the latter opened his eyes, he was a bit surprise to see Tyr in between them. That’s when he inhaled the disturbing scent – a territorial scent to be exact. “T-Tyr?” Zeev nonchalantly dropped the other guy’s wrist and winged his arm on his cousin’s shoulder, flashing a toothy grin as if Tyr’s pheromone isn’t harassing his nose. Between Zane and him, Zeev was the only one who can smell the werewolf scent mixed in Tyr’s human pheromones. He could tell, his cousin didn’t like what he ju

Meanwhile, Jaxon and I are exchanging texts every now and then, he's updating me about the pack and I told him where we are currently staying. That afternoon, Jaxon and his whole pack arrived. It was epic, really. His pack consists of twelve full grown men and I will lie if I will say I was not the least bit intimidated. It also made me uneasy because there was tension in the air. As what I've read in the books, vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies. I can see that now on the way they looked at each other. But of course Landon's men will not do anything without his word, the same as Jaxon's pack. So at the end, they just respected each other. They soon relaxed and the bad atmosphere was