Werewolf Lover Novels & Stories

he thought of his lover’s name once. His heart pounding wildly once more as he smells the strong sweet scent that is so familiar to him. She’s close by. In his mind, Ambrogio drew a smile. He was thinking about his lover. A lovely, beautiful lady with a lovely smile on her face. The mere thought of Selena made him more delighted and excited for the time when they would meet again. “After many years, I will see you again, my love.” His entire body ached for Selena’s warm touch as joy, desire, and lust engulfed him. He desperately wanted to feel her, which drove him insanely to want to touch, own, and feel her again after a hundred years.

Because no one else apart from a mate can love a person higher than his/her wolf can. Your wolf was your spirit animal sent to this world with you. The moon Goddess in all her wisdom knew it would be difficult for us to survive without our wolf by our side and this is why she gave each and every werewolf a wolf. I just have to be patient and have the trust and hope that soon, very very soon, my wolf will reveal herself to me.

“You say things like ‘your love’ and act like I’m yours or something.” “You are,” he said simply. Liora turned her head back sharply, eyes wide. “You know I’ve been blessed with a mate by the Moon Goddess. Myrrak is my fated mate. I can’t love you, Erezhul. I won’t betray the bond.” Erezhul was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he said something that made her heart stop. “I’m also a werewolf.” “I honestly thought you were a vampire,” Liora said, eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “With that pale skin of yours and the way you appear out of nowhere.”

Before she could respond, there was a loud knock on the door. Callum stood, tense. “Who is it?” “It’s Victor,” came the muffled reply. Callum opened the door, and Victor entered, his expression unreadable but clearly disturbed. “There’s been a breach.” Lily stood quickly. “A breach? What kind?” “Rogues,” Victor said. “Three of them. They got through the southwest border. Took down two patrol wolves before disappearing into the woods again.” “That’s the edge near the old Bloodmoon territory,” Callum muttered. “That land hasn’t been touched in years.”

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.

Louis shouted in front of Harem. "How that could be. Azura is an immortal werewolf." Harem stammered; he looked over at Azura to verify. Louis couldn't contain his anger any longer; he grabbed Harem's collar and shouted uncontrollably: "Neither she nor her damned lover is immortal werewolves anymore. It was she who ruined all my plans. I have to kill it." Harem was shocked; in a moment of anger, Louis turned into a werewolf with sharp teeth, then he quickly returned to his original form. Harem tried to calm down and said:

But now the situation is different, Theresia is a vampire who is an ally of the werewolf nation. "Why do you ask that?" Theresia shrugged her shoulders. "I just want to make sure, I just don't want to keep loving someone who doesn't love me," he replied casually. Christopher was surprised, didn't think that Theresia still loved him. But back again with the main problem, Theresia is a vampire and she is a werewolf. Christopher knows that the two nations will never be able to unite. After a long silence, now Christopher opens his voice. He looked at Theresia intently, held her shoulders, and said, "Theresia, I love you ..." Christopher said, stopping his words for a moment.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

Hearing him say that, she suddenly averted her gaze from staring at him. She shyly waved her hand to start a conversation: "Can your eyes change color?" "Why do you know?" She did not hide it: "Actually last night I saw your eyes were red." Last night he thought she was unconscious, and probably wouldn't remember anything. But he guessed wrong, she did not lose consciousness but still remembered everything clearly. Because he is a werewolf, when he walks out in the dark, his eyes will turn red. It seems that she has doubts about his identity. She already knew anyway, he shrugged: "Just as you thought."

Still, I needed to read to the end. “My lover was a werewolf. That's what they are called. I didn't know until she broke up with me. I asked her why, but she refused to tell me. I started spying on her, and that's when I saw her change into a brown wolf. She didn't get injured, or if she did, she would heal before the next day. That is because she’s an Omega.” This was actually funny. An ‘Omega’? Seriously? This guy was really in love to think his ex-lover was a werewolf.