Werewolf Contacts And Fangs Novels & Stories

Maya and Vishous were madly in love with each other. Mostly because of the satisfaction they received from their various s*x adventures. Both of them were werewolves. Maya was a beautiful nineteen year old girl, turning twenty in a week. She was going to find her mate then. Everyone in werewolf world was supposed to find their mate once they were twenty years old. Maya was a little shy but adventurous when it came to sex. She was is personal s*x doll. A toy that he could lick and f**k however and whenever he wanted and she would still beg him for more.

"I am the last member of the Chadonic race... a pure blooded werewolf." Damontry nodded too, not understanding what this person was saying in front of her, and was surprised by him pushing her against the wall quickly, his eyes turned golden and shining, and he smiled solemnly to show his white hooked fangs, and Damontry realized that it was sharper than a vampire who could tear her to pieces, that person breathed near by Turning her face away from him, he spoke in a whisper. "Don't you feel scared when you found out that I was from Shadow?"

After turning off the light, I lay down with my back to the werewolf burrito. I clutched my communication crystal, anxiously tapping the seller's icon. This was a matter of life and death. Me: Urgent! I think my werewolf is about to explode. He's hot as a furnace, he seems delirious, and he keeps growling. Did I do something wrong? [Seller: Dear witch, if you have any questions regarding the care of your werewolf, please consult the Werewolf Domestication Guide included with your order.]

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

"I don't know how to get out of here. You said you were going to take me back to town last night" Shit. She is being difficult. I sigh loudly "Put on your fucking clothes. I will be back" I open the door to my room and walk out the hallway. I go to the far end and to the room of my best friend Rex. Rex has lived with me all my life, growing up his parents were killed during the last Contention. The Contention was the war we had ten years ago with the Vamps. Yes, you heard right. Fucking vampires. They have been our enemies since we were known to exist. Werewolves and vampires are opposites. Hate each other.

Fur covers most of its body, yet patches of bone protrude through its skull like exposed armor, giving its face a half‑formed, half‑rotted look that makes my stomach turn. Its eyes glow a deep, unnatural red, locking onto me. Its mouth pulls back in a snarl, revealing sharp teeth and long, protruding fangs that look built to tear through anything in its path. And its hands have only three claws on each. They are long, curved, and razor‑sharp, slicing through the air as it swipes. It’s like a werewolf fused with something skeletal and feral. And it’s coming straight for me.

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

On the distant plains, two mighty beings fought to the death. Fenrir's fur bristled like black steel needles, each strand gleaming with an oily sheen that rippled with every savage movement. This was a werewolf far more massive than even Kaelen. His eyes were not the typical green glow or black pupils common among werewolves. Instead, his eyes blazed blood-red, just like a vampire's. Its wide mouth was soaked in crimson, though it was unclear whether the blood belonged to itself or its enemy. Razor-sharp white fangs lined his jaws below the lips, and from deep in his throat came thunderous, rumbling growls that never ceased.

Emily felt the man's body that was holding her suddenly become stiff. Wolfgang released her, as if asking her: "Werewolf? Why do you suddenly think that?" Emily scratched her head, her face showing a bit of confusion: "Actually... Well, last night, even though Winston said that I was injured by a wolf, I really felt like I encountered a werewolf! The werewolf was very large and strong, with black fur, but it spoke human language! It told me many strange things, and then even attacked me, but luckily a cat saved me ..."

She watched as they went about their duties, noting down their schedules, the routes they took, and the people they interacted with. Meanwhile, Ardolf took a different approach. He reached out to his old contacts in the pack, hoping to find someone who was still loyal to him and willing to help. Eventually, he was able to make contact with a werewolf who had grown disillusioned with Luka's leadership and was willing to provide information. This werewolf was able to give Ardolf details about Luka's inner circle, including the names of his top allies and his closest advisors.