Romans & histoires Werewolf Fanfic

I hoped. I laid down. I began to think about the art Alpha Deucalion drew of me. I wished I could see them. It would be good to see my younger self. I began to think of him returning to look for me back then, and a wonderful feeling ran through my gut, imagining his dark wolf which had been small back then with his bloody eye running to see me. I smiled. I was having a crush on a werewolf. Sadly, there will be nothing between us, for I was a human. A werewolf would never date a human and it felt wrong for a human too. I had to stop thinking about him.

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

Alaric is a hybrid Alpha- A Lycan wolf, born from a Pack that rejected him for being different. It wasnt his fault that He was a wolf with mixed genetics from different subspecies of wolves ,yet his father had falsely accused his mother of infidelity, and when Alaric's wolf presented as a Lycan, he was cast out of the Pack immediately. He found solace among the local rogue wolves, who had chosen to reject Pack rules and live outside of the Pack’s conventions that mostly shunned anything different especially Lycans.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

She stood there, a beacon of warmth and desire, beckoning me to join her for a tender farewell. Without hesitation, I activated my wolf climbing claws, a unique ability bestowed upon my werewolf form. With agile precision, I scaled the wall, reaching her window effortlessly. Jasmine opened it, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I slipped into her room, the ambiance filled with a charged energy. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, entwined in a passionate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as our lips met, igniting a fire within us that defied reason and restraint.

"Yes. But I can't hold it anymore. One of these days, I will put them in their place. I don't give a damn if their family are the top figure in town." "That's my boy. Give them a beating. If there is trouble, ill handle it for you" Jayer parted his son on the should before giving him a hard strike. Jason didn't see that coming, but he defended and stroked back. The talk did the unblocking. He fought like his usual self. At that moment, a call came through the radio call "Code red. Code red. A werewolf has been spotted in the forbidden forest. A girl was found dead in the woods. We are enclosing on him. Requesting back up" The radio sounded

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

My heart gave a painful thump. Alpha Dante Davenport, the Devil of the MoonClaw Pack. The name alone had the power to silence an entire room. Stories about him were whispered or painted in the blood of the wolves who dared oppose him. A beast of a man with a smile carved from war and eyes sharp enough to cut through soul and steel. I swallowed. Vivian, ever the actress, twirled a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. “He's the type to drag singers to his bed before the chorus even starts. Ro-guish.” She said as if that was a compliment.

James, driven by ambition, chose the Alpha position over me, a lowly Omega with a sick mother and no influence. I stood alone with a champagne glass clutched in my hand, watching them dance in the ballroom. My heart shattered, just like my sorrowful inner wolf. James's fake smiles and betraying eyes were unbearable. I downed drink after drink as the world blurred around me. Desperate to escape the hypocrisy, I staggered towards the door. But fate intervened cruelly. Near the steps, my ankle twisted and my heel snapped, as I fell. But I felt strong arms around me. I looked up into deep blue eyes, filled with tenderness and concern. A powerful male werewolf, his muscular frame giving off stren

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.