Werewolf Knot Novels & Stories

As they are removing the rope that ties my hands, I immediately grabbed the neck of the one who removed the rope on my hands and swiftly put the rope on his neck. I stretched the ends of the rope in opposite direction and kick the bucket to distract the two and made my way outside the cell while dragging the now dead body of the werewolf I tied the rope with. I locked the cell as I saw the two werewolves transforming. The lock on that cell will buy me some time to hide until my wounds heal. The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled.

Alsie POV- “You heard me. The slick your body produces lets us grow and knot up inside you without causing damage. Knotting you is the wolf way of making sure our seed stays inside you. We knot up, release into you, then the knot fills the space to keep our seed from running out. If you, or I try to disengage before my knot has subsided it could cause internal bleeding.” “They don’t teach us all that in sex-ed. Why does it feel so good yet hurt.”

I gasped, voice shaking, scared out of my mind, feeling only his base swell. He leaned in close, his voice a dark whisper against my ear. “Don’t you know werewolf anatomy?” I froze. “I’m knotting you,” he said, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “Knot?” I gasped, trying to turn my head, but his grip only tightened. “My cock’s going to swell inside you and stay locked for a while.” His words came out rough, though I understood clearly. “I hope you took your pills, mouse.” My eyes widened, my heart pounded so loud it drowned out everything else. I had read about knotting, and from what I’d gathered, the chances of conception during a knot were astronomically high—pills or no pills.

His hands splay over my tummy. I think for a second and answer, “A lock. I felt a lock deep in my pussy.” Jaxon lifts his head, and when his eyes drop to me, they flicker and make my stomach clench. “In the werewolf world, it’s called knotting—the actual knotting. It’s like the peak of bonding, when an Alpha locks his cum inside you.” His hands press into my stomach, and something moves inside it. “It was a form of me bonding with your innermost self, some sort of mating ritual. But guess what?”

There was fighting all around the van and it was all hot and intense, and I almost couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. My focus went back to Anthony, he had placed Karis's head on his lap and he was slowly petting her, this was something a wolf did whenever he was saying goodbye to another wolf, they petted the other until there was no life inside them again. I immediately brought my attention to her jeans and struggled to pull them off, managed to succeed and I saw she was wearing boy shorts, there was no need to remove that. My claws elongated as I focused on her thighs, just below her hip. My claws went there and I tapped into the powers of my wolf, my strength grew and so did my gr

They don't silver silk robes for ceremonies; these robes are designed to be easily removed once the transformation has taken place. In movies, people often create situations in which werewolves howl in anguish and tear their clothes off, which is something I've never understood why people do. We are aware of when the moon will be at its fullest. This does not come as a surprise to us. And we are aware of the appropriate attire. Or undress. As Orionwalks into the circle, the air I'm breathing stops cold in my lungs. He halts in front of the stone dedicated to Lycaon and throws his robe to the ground.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

The wolf took the opportunity to leave her lying on her side and held her tightly while the movement of her hips increased, with an electric current running through her back warning of a devastating orgasm. Alisha moaned on his neck and tightened around him with her arms, also about to finish. Cristian moved two, three times when he felt the inside of her convulse, driving him to madness and dragging him to spill inside her. The knot quickly grew at its base tying them not only physically, but thus completing the bonding ritual. She moved slightly beside him as his muscles tensed. The wolf stroked her back still panting and tired but knowing they weren't done yet. The knot made them linked f

Then it happens. As we both near the edge, I feel it, my knot forms. Locks inside her. Holding us together. Pain ripples through me, followed by a surge of electricity. Tension. Ecstasy. An Alpha’s knot. The sacred intimacy that forms only between Alpha and Luna. And I feel it again. The same bond I once had with the first Iris. But this isn’t a werewolf. This is a human. And yet…It’s happening. I stare into her eyes, stunned.

The old wolf sat at the long table, hands folded, expression serene, until Kael kicked the doors open. Rowan rose slowly. “Alpha. I heard there was an… incident.” Kael crossed the room like a blade drawn from its sheath. He stopped inches from the elder. “Explain the necklace.” Rowan’s gaze flicked to Elara, then back. “A token of goodwill. To welcome your… mate.” Kael’s hand shot out, closing around Rowan’s throat, not hard enough to choke, just enough to pin. “The stone was laced with wolfsbane essence. Slow. Painful. Fatal to a human. You knew that.”