Werewolf Daddy Novels & Stories

My cock slams all the way in, the fabric of her panties rubbing my shaft as I pound her hard. Little angel Violet forgets herself, hissing filthy words as I angle for her sweet spot. “Please, Daddy!” she cries as I circle my hips. I fuck her without mercy, my forehead to hers as her knees fold over my shoulders. Her feet struggle for grip against my back and find none, her fingers grabbing West’s pink bedsheets and holding tight. “Come for Daddy,” I grunt into her open mouth, and she nods. “Always for Daddy,” she murmurs. “Daddy feels so good.”

I don’t know what I will do, but a distraction might help. “Daddy!!” I scream as I run towards him. The other wolf turns to look at me. My dad takes advantage of its inattention and pounces on it. He lands on its back and crushes it beneath his paws. I hear the crunching of bones as I get closer. “Daddy!” I yell again. He finally turns towards me. Dad stumbles forward a few steps before he falls to the ground, shifting back to his human form. Blood soaks into my shoes and squelches in my socks as I run over to him. The bodies lie around us in bloody, broken mounds.

Something tells him this is going to be a fun semester. Daemon is an alpha werewolf who doesn't know he's an alpha yet, he is the chosen Wolf that will end the ongoing war between Demons and vampires but his father is unsure about this so he sends Daemon to live with his uncle called John who is also a werewolf but a beta.. John is burdened with the task of protecting Daemon and training him to be a stronger werewolf "Marcus little pup is going to be a handful" John said as he stepped out of his convertible Impala, He walked in to see Daemon sitting with his feet on the table

“Is she-? Oh, God!” He looks like he might puke and Cole stands up, shaking his head. “She's alive, but it is really bad.” “What happened?” Her father demands, looking at them accusingly. “What the fuck do you think happened?” Adam asks angrily, pushing to his feet. “You and your murdering bastard of a boss attack us with all these men and guns. Put it together, genius! You are with hunters, dipshit. They kill werewolves.. murder us in cold blood. Your daughter is a werewolf! They fucking shot her! She is barely alive, you bastard!”

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

dad instructed mother who swung me up to her arms and in a glimpse, dad cocked his head and shifted into his werewolf form; one of the strongest among others in the town. Apart from Erl the great wolf, my dad is next in line that I looked up to. The path was becoming clear as dawn came nearer, jumping in the arms of my mum as she ran and her panting echoed in my ears as she inhaled and exhaled endlessly. We were miles away from home and yet, mum wouldn't stop a second to catch her breath. "Mum, Haira is tired looking." I said as the maidservant in charge of carrying the golden vases ran a bit slower than normal.

Let's say the daughter of California Mayor Montgomery Addams. The mayor who plunged the United States of America, particularly California, into a bloody civil war... I can't go into specifics, but I can say that my father did terrible things. When werewolves' existence was discovered, these supernatural beings , who had spend decades hiding among humans, became targets. They were all hunted, dangerous or not, and it was my father who was the first to lead this war and convince the government that werewolves represented an imminent risk to the human race.

His heavy feet sounded like thunder as he stomped them, and my heartbeat grew loud in my ears, and my ribs hurt as it pumped hard in my chest. “Purple! Come back here!” I begged for him to stay with us, but he kept on barking at the giant black werewolf as his fur stood on end. Daddy was the one to attack before the Black werewolf could land a blow on us. Mom bared her teeth, her gaze fixed on Dad as he engaged in a fierce battle with the beast.

Tom lay on the bed, one leg in a cast, the lines of pain in his face soft with sleep. “Dad?” Jake shook him gently. Tom blinked, focused. “Jake? What the hell—” “I’m getting you both out.” “Out of what?” “You wouldn’t believe me. We have to go—now.” Gunfire barked downstairs. Tom went pale. “What was that?” “Trouble.” Jake reached the window—and stalled. The backyard was full of werewolves. They flowed over fences, through them, eyes catching moonlight like coals. “Oh, shit.”

Its teeth were sharp and ready to tear Heather to pieces. "No!!" Heather yelled, wanting to break free immediately, but Anderson grabbed her and held her. He fucked Heather, who was much smaller in size. Anderson is a werewolf who is supposed to be the Alpha in his pack. But this position was never given to him by his father, who was an alpha of a pure line of descent from the Goddess of the Moon. Heather's screams were no longer heard after minutes until Anderson finished. The blood, including from Heather's genitals, was definitely very painful and perhaps tore her body. But Heather is still alive because Anderson let her be.