Werewolf Novels Romance Novels & Stories

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.

Alpha Liam was the king of their pack, the ruler of all werewolves, and his word was law. Cruella’s mind was reeling, too stunned to move. She barely registered Liam’s strong grip on her arm as he pulled her to her feet, lifting her from the ground as if she weighed nothing. The bond that had just been torn by Enzo now flared to life again—stronger, sharper, and undeniable. Her wolf reacted instantly, accepting the Alpha’s claim with a force that made her knees weak.

The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

Katie Clyde furrowed her eyebrows, she knew werewolves usually have mates that they are bonded to, she have read novels and watched movies about it. She hesitated before asking "who is your second chance mate?" Pascal looked at Katie Clyde fondly, before opening his mouth to respond.

I shouldn't have, for a human and a werewolf can never be together. "She's a great fighter of the pack," retorted Cali. I was disappointed with the answer. It was not what I was looking for. I needed to know if they were mates are not. "What do you want to do for 1 hour?" Cali asked. "What will your brother be doing for one hour?" I had to ask. My eyes kept looking in the direction of his house. "Sex, crazy werewolf sex," said Cali. My eyes widened as I looked at her.

Including me. Werewolves began finding their mates at eighteen. At exactly that age I'd looked into Gerad Justin's eyes and was crushed to realize he wasn't my mate. He'd probably looked into mine and thought, 'f*ck. Another one of those weirdos', not aware of the emotional turmoil going on inside me.

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

If you’re like me, there’s nothing else you love more than ignoring all your adult responsibilities and reading trashy werewolf romances, like this one, “Torn Between Two Alphas: A Werewolf Romance Tragedy”. That’s why I almost missed the red “Join Call” button when it blinked at me, because I was too busy watching the Alpha on page thirty-three slam his hand into a tree and declare You’re mine. I barked out a laugh mid-chew and nearly lost a Dorito crumb up my nose, trying not to die of cringe as I swiped to the next page on my screen.

“I'll go write something in my room.” No one looked twice as I slipped out. But I didn't go to my room. I went to the Velvet Lodge. It was the most decadent building in the entire pack city with towering stone arches and gold balconies that glittered like a crown under the moonlight. It was the kind of place where the most powerful wolves stayed, where whispers were traded for gold and where one man, the Devil, was currently residing. I pulled my hood lower over my face, adjusting the loose-fitting traveling cloak. My hands trembled beneath the fabric as I walked up the carved status, heart hammering like I'd stolen something.