Werewolf Mating Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggled to keep my composure. "Eros," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't reject me. I know that we've had our differences, but I can feel the pull between us. You must feel it too." His eyes narrowed, and I could see the anger in his face. "You think that just because we're werewolves, we're obligated to be mated?" he spat. "I don't want you, Sira. I never will." Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt a sob building up in my chest. This was my worst nightmare, to be rejected by the man I had always wanted. And to have it happen in front of everyone was more than I could bear.

“In the recent past, they haven’t because wolves have become so aggressive and with the rift between the fae and werewolves, there wasn’t opportunity for mating to occur. But centuries ago, the fae and wolves mated frequently.” “How would they mate? If she’s injured, he can’t bite her like we normally would.” “He would need to lick her.” Oh goddess. Alexander mated those twins and doesn’t even know it. “Once she is strong enough, he can bite her like you wolves do, if she is agreeable. But in the state you mention, he would lick the injury, letting her know that he doesn’t care that she’s missing a wing, letting her know that he loves her no matter what has happened to her.”

And love had chosen them back. The curse was gone. The packs were whole. And in Elara’s womb, a new heartbeat answered the dawn. The werewolf’s bride had become the werewolf’s mother. And the story, after so much blood, so much darkness, finally found its light.

I was about to lose the one I love just because I had blindly loved him way too much, and I wept for that reason. " Creatures of the underworld", the witch in the middle spoke up, her voice sounding ancient and powerful, her accent almost like that of an English speaking Latin woman, " we have all gathered here to witness something spectacular, something that has never been heard of; the mating of a vampire and a werewolf. These two from both parties have claimed to be mated to each other even though they are not of the same kind. So tonight, as the full moon rises to its peak, we shall witness them in bed to attest if the Moon Goddess truly destined them for each other. Let the drums roll",

I looked at him with glassy eyes. He stared back at me, his eyes held so much hate and resentment. “You might be probably hurt by what I said, but I am not taking back my words. This isn't how it should be. We aren't meant to be,” He said, and my heart broke. “I don't want a weak wolf as my mate, it can't work that way,” He sipped his wine and tears rolled down my cheeks.

She sat beside me, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the distant chirping of crickets. Finally, my mother broke the silence. "Did you fight with Lucas?" I sighed, realizing there was no point in hiding it any longer. "Yeah, something like that," I admitted reluctantly. "He met his mate." My mother's eyes widened, and then she let out a wicked laugh that sent a chill down my spine. "I knew it. I just knew this was going to happen sooner or later. I've been warning you about those werewolves, Ava." Her laughter cut on my nerves, and I couldn't hold back my annoyance any longer. "You know what, Mom? Your constant warnings and pessimism are really not helping. I love Lucas, and I refuse

I nearly flinched at her touch but restrained myself. "The pack is suffering because the Alpha is unmated," she whispered, trying again to force me into a mate bond. "Look at our pack, Trent. The plants can barely grow. Our food reserves are empty. Our pack wolves are dropping dead one after the other. The Elders suggested we complete the mate bond to bring stability to the pack but you have refused." I finally turned to look at her. She was still as beautiful as the day I met her, so what was my problem? Our son died some months ago and we had been closer than ever during that period.

The gray wolf even thought a little darkly, even if she liked some wolf, she wouldn't mind, because she was now married to him. She had marriaged him, a crippled, crippled gray wolf, who had lost everything. His chest suddenly ached, his anxiety billowing, a pain and torment that he had never felt before.. His little wife, perhaps she loves another werewolf. Maybe because life pushed her, she couldn't help but marry him. It just happened that he was also a werewolf, so she could call him husband. So she treated him well, just because of some "strong werewolf" that she mentioned.

she yelled suddenly, jolting Myra, Myra was bewildered thinking about the fact that if she had committed a crime not doing that, "See... I heard it from my husband that these werewolves have a different kind of attachment with their mates, they can't control themselves ... it's so hard for them to hold it back...!" Blah...! Blah...! She gave Myra a big class about werewolves, mating, and sexual relationships. And Myra was hearing her as if some spell was being cast on her.

“I know everything. I know what a mate is, I know who you are or rather… what you are.” “What… how? No… he didn't. How did you find out,” she grabbed my hand aggressively. “I guess it's time for me to drop the act. I'm done playing nice with you,” she drew closer her voice low and threatening. A chilling smile spread across her face. “I’m a werewolf, Auriana. We're alone in this room, and no one’s here to stop me. I could do whatever I wanted with you—” she snapped her fingers close to my face, “—just like that.”