Werewolf Holding Woman Novels & Stories

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

'' Halvir shouted, scolding Hans without looking at him. Hans was shocked and could only remain silent and not answer. His legs almost went limp, helpless to feel Halvir's anger that was clearly directed at him. ''Jaguar, calm down!'' the Werewolf shouted, trying to calm him down, ''I'm just trying to help your woman.'' He then relaxed his aura because he knew that the three men had a side of the woman he was carrying now. The Werewolf acted more mature. He was the first to 'raise the white flag' because there was a woman in his arms, and she was pregnant.

The man hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But I didn't give him a chance to react. I lunged forward and tackled the werewolf, taking him down to the ground. The woman gasped in relief, and I could see the gratitude in her eyes. I held the werewolf down, and I could see the fear in his eyes. He knew he had messed with the wrong people. Logan and I helped the woman to her feet, and she thanked us for saving her. "That's my ex," the woman said, pointing to the werewolf. "He's been stalking me for a while now. Thank you so much for helping me."

It also cuts you off from your pack and to sum it up it basically makes you human. I look our the room and see all the guards now have some kind of weapon in their hands. This is going to hurt like a bitch. This isn't a fair fight but we all know vampires like to play dirty. There is no way I will be able to win this fight without my wolf or my pack by my side.

the woman hushed, held the edge of the slaughter knife with both hands and raised it up. While the woman told her story, Nebra had spent the entire time squeezing herself to the front. But the podium was just too far, and she was having a hard time trying to push people aside. She was in the midst of heartstealers. Why they were yet to realize there was a werewolf in their midst was puzzling, but she hoped it remained that way until she got to Freya. She panicked when she looked up to see the woman's hand speedily descending down.

“No.” “Psh, that’s a lie. I can't be mistaken. We are near his territory and Alpha Ace’s smell is so distinct. I knew one when I see one. Seems he already claimed you. What a bit of luck.” The woman said, having this silly smile on her face. “Instead of slicing you limb by limb, we could hostage you now. Thank the lucky stars for this night.” They instantly got my hands. I struggled for a few minutes, trying to bite their hands off but they were werewolves, of course, I stood no chance of their strength. My struggle was useless as with one scoop, I was carried on the man’s back.

The room became teeth and red spray and the sound of wet things leaving the places they were supposed to stay. At the front doors, a large female werewolf dropped to all fours, blocking the way. Amber eyes. Scars across her muzzle. Her lips peeled back over glistening fangs. The survivors turned and ran straight back into the slaughter. Knives clattered from a bus tub—one newly turned wolf snatched a fistful and snapped them through the air; steel buried in backs, arms, a waitress’s skull. Another beast vaulted the bar, dragging a bartender over the rail, feeding noisily.

Slowly, a figure emerged from the trees. Leah's jaw dropped as she saw that it was a woman, dressed in rugged clothes and carrying a bow. The woman stepped forward, her eyes locking onto the new werewolf. "I've been tracking you for weeks. I know what you want, and you're not going to get it here." The new werewolf snarled, his eyes flicking between the woman and Leah. "Stay out of this, human," he growled.

“NO! Please! I’m begging you, stop it. Don’t kill him.” The woman was shouting her lungs out as she begs for mercy and the distraught and tears on her face while kneeling down on the cement floor. Her voice was muffled because of the thickness of the glass and how she was further away from them. The werewolf was growling and howling despite the muzzle on his face while fiercely stared at the person above – getting ready to kill him if it was not for the chains that held him down.

"I say again, let me go!" His patience was running low. From the beginning, he was harassed, his jacket was pulled, and this woman claimed to be a mate, and now he was hugged very tightly. His two hands that were beside his body could not move. He had to think twice if he wanted to commit violence against a pack-bound werewolf, let alone a woman. There are severe sanctions to come.