Werewolf Lover Novels & Stories

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

wasn't just a nickname as well. “Because you are my mate,” he answered calmly but that only made my brows furrow. “What do you mean,” I asked confused and he gave me a warm smile. “You're the one destined by the moon goddess for me,” he replied. “Moon goddess?” I asked, perplexed. “Yes, your… my fated lover,” he added calmly, examining my expression. For a moment, the world seemed to pause. Fated lover, moon goddess, mate, everything just got mixed up in my head. I just found out that he was a werewolf and now that I was his fated lover, something in me leaped at the thought of that.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

It was so much so that he ran over to the guy and hugged him from the back. “Good morning!” he said while his face was buried in Nico’s shoulder, sniffing. “You still… smell so good…” “Seriously, man? You do know that werewolves think I stink, right?” said the vampire, who was surprised by the act, but didn’t make any moves to push his friend away. Even with the question, Ben didn’t stop with the sniffing. It wasn’t as forceful as how he did it last night, considering he now had better mental faculties.

On the 5th, the 6th month, the year 1234, there was a great war in the state of Asix, precisely in the city of Mane. That involves at least five groups (nations) that drop each other and take revenge in each district. A dracula nation that is indeed the archenemy of the werewolf nation, with great ambition to finish off those who have made the war more raging in rob, bear, and twenty other districts. At the same time, hunters were targeting them—dracula and werewolves—in those conflict areas.

He felt a little jealous of Ronin, he wanted to be with Sia. Ronin woke up and saw Logan that he was still awake and told Logan to sleep. Logan obeyed him and slept with him, they both were sleeping on the same bed in Logan's room. ___________ "When will you come, King Rylan! Everyone is waiting for you, your people are still trapped in Mason's curse!" There was a fight started between Werewolf and Vampire. Werewolf cut the flesh of the heart and made a stone from it which everyone named, " The gem of love".

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

Blake ask me with the tone of care in his voice. I clenched my fist and walked away. Blake is calling, but I am not looking at him. I keep walking until I reach my table. I sit down and take a deep breath. I get enraged every time I hear about the werewolves. I'll never forget how they killed my parents. I really want to get even with them, but I don't know how to tell if someone is human or a werewolf. I've heard they're allergic to silver. It's their flaw. Maybe I can use my silver knife on my house.

Did you think I wouldn't find out at some point? "I know I did, but I wanted to spend as much time as possible with you before that happened." Amara, from the first time you faced me in that hallway, I knew you were my mate. -Mate? “Every werewolf has a mate. A love destined for him. Soulmates. When they meet there is no room for anyone else in their lives. Is love. It seemed a little cheesy to me to hear Elder talk about love, he didn't even show it off.

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.