Werewolf Cake Novels & Stories

This situation, Adam did not dare to imagine at all. "Brother, you don't have to be afraid, it's me!" Just when Adam didn't know if he should run away or not. A young man, with an angular face, suddenly walked over, used a very friendly look, and greeted him. Although he did not recognize this person's face, Adam's voice was still clearly remembered. This is the gray wolf in the pack of the great white wolf, he is also a werewolf, his name is Smith. “Are you… Smith?”

I smiled, “Thank you, Grandma.” The cake design was astounding. The center was a replica of our castle with a bridge to the left of it attaching to a replica of the Werebear Kingdom’s castle and another bridge to the right of the Werecat Kingdom’s castle attaching to a replica of the Lycan Kingdom’s castle. There was another bridge connecting the Cold Springs Pack’s packhouse to the other side of the Lycan Kingdom’s castle. I was absolutely stunned. I really hoped she would be able to get it done. Now I know why she told me she would be at it all day. I asked, “Are you sure you’re going to get this done today?” She laughed, “Honey, I have been working on making the cake part for the last thr

The black beats were six in total, but they had seemed like a legion just a few moments ago. “Is everyone all right?” She asked, panting. “Edvana, my dear. You should not be here,” said Vak Smallchief. He was now in werewolf form, a giant white and grey wolf with its muzzle covered in blood. “I was terrified when I saw these black creatures coming at you like that. I couldn’t just stand back and watch without helping out,” she explained. “That was very kind of you, dear,” said Olna Raven, now a majestic looking wolf with honey-colored fur. Erin had expected her mother-in-law would have black fur, judging by her name, but this coloring suited her best because it bore a close resemblance to he

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.

He had a werewolf. Great.

Susan announced as she left the kitchen and dining area, walked through the living room and up the stairs to her room and bathroom. Susan moved into autopilot during her shower and was back downstairs with time to spare for supper. A werewolf diet is basically a modified paleo diet; It contains mostly meat, specific vegetables, and low carb foods. Wolves can consume no chocolate or caffeine, no spinach, no avocados, no nuts, and no cinnamon because they cannot metabolize those substances. All werewolves know to avoid wolfsbane and silver, but generally those are not in foods unless placed there. Luckily, wolfsbane has a very distinct smell, so is easy to detect the majority of the time.

I look at my clock and see I have 10 minutes left so I put on my shoes and texted Derric that I will be waiting for them in the lobby. We have arrived at the royal castle 10 minutes early. After they announced us we walked into the hall. We start mingling with the other werewolves that are present. Mostly all the unmated supernatural are present except for the Alpha, Beta, and third in command couples. We have to be here no exception. I look around hoping to find someone that looks interesting to talk to. I see a young fairy walking towards me. "Hi, my name is Celia. I'm the sister of the fairy queen."

“Good. Because I have no idea how to plan a werewolf alpha’s birthday party in under a day.” He laughed. The next few hours were a blur of frantic preparation. Kelly handled the decorations, calling in a few trusted pack members who could keep a secret. I handled the cake, ordering the palace bakers to drop everything and create something worthy of Morris, rich dark chocolate with wolf-grey icing and silver detailing. The twins, who seem to have inherited Morris’s uncanny ability to sense important events, were impossibly energetic, toddling around while babbling incoherently as if practicing for their “performance.”

A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth. To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances. Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs. He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped." Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him. I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.