Werewolf Book Series For Adults Novels & Stories

Its voice was filled with pure darkness I felt every hair rises along my skin. "Aren't you going to tell me?" it again asked as I felt his cold nose and hot air from its mouth touching my neck. I screamed. "Arrh....," I heard the wolf cry out as if it was in pain moving quickly away from me. My eyes opened terrifyingly and there I saw the grey werewolf lying on the ground covered in blood. He was headless. I remained in the same spot even though he was dead, I still wasn't safe. A larger werewolf than him, a very dark one that looked like night taking the form of an animal until it was time to darken the sky was before me. It was looking down on his own kind it had killed. One of my hands ac

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Little does he know he is dream-sharing with his future mate, who is travelling with his mother. I would like to introduce you to ISABELLA and her wolf ZOEY she is a Werewolf-Witch. She was only sixteen when she ran away from her pack, her mother was the only one protecting her but she became sick and after she died her Alpha tried to sell her to another Alpha as part of his breeding and slave program which her Alpha would like to keep quiet from the Werewolf King. Isabella was classed as an Omega as her mother's mate was killed not long after they had mated and she was then raped by a Warlock and then had Isabella as a result. Isabella has now been on the run for two years, using the one sp

The shelves stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I walked slowly between the rows, running my fingers along the shelves until I found the section on werewolf history. I grabbed a few thick books that looked promising and carried them to a quiet corner table near the window. The light was soft there, golden and peaceful. I let out a breath and opened the first book, skimming through chapters on bloodlines, first shifts, pack traditions… stuff I probably should have known already. I’d only read a few pages when someone pulled out the chair across from me.

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

she said, "but there is nothing that could change a wolf." Evan had a hurt look on his face again and his eyes dropped in silence. "Then, at least let me take the book back for you," he meekly requested. "It's going to the library, isn't it? I work there. I can take it for you," he offered. She nodded and found herself once again acquiescing to his strange request. "Alright." She handed him the book, and he took a long look at the cover. "The Proper Killing of Lycanthropes," he read with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "I see you take this seriously."

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

From what I have heard, they appear to regard it exceptionally. At the point when he at long last stops, I stop too over an especially thick book named Werewolves, Spiers, and Shifters: Complete Version. On the front is an image of a threatening werewolf ready to gobble up a human and a human combating a genuinely horrendous looking Shifter with a weird-looking lance. I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me.

I am so glad you are checking out my other works. I have a small series of 2 books and 1 other standalone. If you enjoy reading these werewolf stories then please go check out these books: The Lycan King's Scarred Mate (book 1) The Alpha's Forbidden Lycan (Book 2) Each book follows a different couple, so you can either read them separately or together in order. Also book 1 has both books if you just want to continue to read without switching.

But the young werewolf was determined to succeed, driven by a burning desire to unlock the power of the Moon Goddess and become the strongest werewolf in the world. And finally, after months of searching, he found it. The Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power. With trembling hands, he wrote his name in his blood, unleashing the power of the Moon Goddess upon himself. In an instant, he felt a surge of energy, a rush of power that flowed through his veins. He knew that he had become more powerful than he had ever imagined, and that he would stop at nothing to protect the book and its secrets from those who would seek to use it for evil.