Werewolf Cake Novels & Stories

This is the most beautiful one I’ve ever got. And now, it’s falling to the ground. I reach out my hand, trying to save it from falling, and I fail. Sure, I’m not as quick and swift as these werewolves. Nyx can do it without effort, I can’t. I got up off the floor to check my cake. It has collapsed. That’s expected. The cream mixed with fruits tilts to one side, and its original look has been ruined. I sit down on my ass in distress and take a long sigh.

Still, they began to formulate before I could stop them. "A...werewolf?" I asked more than stated, hoping my corrected expression would make up for my lack of certainty. The most unexpected of reactions came from him, however, in the form of a repressed chuckle finally released. He nearly fell over the chair and into the blueberry pancakes before rising back up with a hand to his chest. "Well, Miss Carson, thank you for the laugh..." He turned back to the food, pulling a croissant to his lips. He returned his focus to me but only to add to what he found to be a humorous moment. "I know I could probably use a shave but-"

But can werewolves accept a woman with mixed blood of a witch? "I dedicate this cake to my future mate, my life partner," Harvey spoke through the wireless mic on his chest. He looked at all the guests, but Lora continued to shine in his eyes even though she was only wearing a servant's dress. "She's beautiful, she cooks well, charming, she's like a hidden diamond behind the dust. She should have been a princess from the start, but unfortunately, the circumstances forced her to stay inside," Harvey's words made others wonder who he was talking about.

*** As the night goes on, the celebration shifts as it’s turning into a birthday party. The energy around us is so full of love and joy, it feels like the entire world is celebrating right along with me. Then, I see it. My jaw drops, my eyes go wide. It’s the biggest cake I’ve ever laid eyes on in my life. It’s massive, towering with layers of frosting and decorations that make my head spin. I stand there, staring at it, totally in shock. Mikhail chuckles next to me, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Don’t look so shocked," he teases, his voice low and amused. "Did you forget we live in a pack of wolves? The moment you cut this cake, it’ll be inhaled in minutes."

He didn’t want it taken away. Kia moved forward suddenly and pointed at the pile of pastries. “Eat that one. Jackson prefers the chocolate chip, but Margaret’s honey lemon scones are the best.” They smelled delicious, but he didn’t dare. A glance at Jackson didn’t give him any indication on if he should obey the other wolf or not, so he stayed still. “Eat it.” Jackson didn’t sound happy about giving the command, but a command was a command. Wren chose the smallest one, the one least likely to make him mad for wasting the good food on a wolf.

"I would like to thank you for participating in our annual party today. As a reward, your Luna prepared the biggest cake of the centuries that can accommodate you all. And I import branded liquor from the capitol. Let's enjoy the party and get wasted." The wolves howled in unison in happiness and praise. Then, the big thick curtain opened, revealing the three layered cake with a height of 5,100 m. It is the biggest cake that they have seen, which makes the crowd howl in amazement. It is coated with chocolate bits, fudge, and syrup. "Maia!" The Alpha's daughter looked and turned around to see her best friend wearing an unbuttoned floral polo and board shorts. She walked towards him and hit hi

This created privacy for the party. Holding Alpha King's hand, I was treated with the most solemn ceremony. The werewolves living in human society were the ones who had the fastest access to information, they knew that Alpha King had found a mate. When I held his hand obviously they knew that I was his mate. Maybe they knew not only my name but also all the information related to me. News was an extremely important resource. These werewolves grasped the news very quickly. The party was not lavishly decorated, but focused on sophistication with the main colors being white and black hidden in the dim lights.

Most of all though, I can't wait to meet my wolf. If I have one, tomorrow will be my last day to meet her. What will she be like? Will she be small and meek like me? Or strong and bold unlike me? I want to find out her name most of all. I just hope she likes me and won't be disappointed in me. For now, I'm helping the other omegas bake the massive cake. With so many pack members, a big cake is necessary but isn't this a bit too much? It has six tiers and the decorations... it looks more like a celebration for...

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"