Werewolf Novels Romance Novels & Stories

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

We don't want our tongues romantically fencing each other to stop. Similar to our overflowing expressions, those humans around us also felt envy when we could dare do it publicly. It was totally not me but we were talking about Nathalie. My first crush. The first who accepted for who I am not. And the first female wolf that could beat my heart as fast as at the speed of light that way. My wolf has been full of worries and fears that one of those few male wolves and humans, two to mention, Nathaniel and Jasper, would escort her in a romantic way.

It was adorable and he wanted to draw her into a tight embrace and never let go of her. "Your heart is racing" she said from his chest. Her breath tickled him a little as she talked. "What?" He said "Your heart…it's beating really fast" she said and lifted up her head to look at him. He didn't know what to say to her. Werewolfs heartbeat was normally faster than regular humans and it was even strikingly faster when they were stressed or hungry and he was feeling particularly fast. "Well…I'm not used to having such a damsel lying on my chest. Of course my whole body is excited" he said and smiled at her. Kayla smiled back and lay back down on his chest.

The legends of a destined union, a bond of such profound power it could reshape the very fabric of the werewolf world, had been relegated to the realm of bedtime stories, charming but ultimately irrelevant in the face of stark reality. Yet, here she stood, or rather, sat, leaning against the mossy bark of an ancient oak, the scent of damp earth and pine filling her lungs. Beside her, a creature of myth and raw power rested, his golden eyes mirroring the moonlight, his presence a tangible force that resonated deep within her very being. Kael. The name itself felt like a key, unlocking chambers of her soul she hadn’t known existed. His arrival, his inexplicable connection to her, was not a mer

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

I can now proceed with my plans and scheme to make Debra fall in love with me. Soon we will be in a city. I m sure Debra will not let me out of her sight as she is completely new to the human world. This is the best time to get my plan into action. Debra was busy crying in my arms and I was busy in thoughts to destroy her and her kind. A Vampire can never fall in love with a werewolf Debra. You may love me as a human but you will never get my part of love. I will entirely break you down and your family and get you all on my knee. You guys were too naive to compete with us.

I asked "Not really, it's like a case. Sometimes it is the mate who betrays, and the wolfman will automatically reject the eye and then look for another mate. Sometimes they have had enough of one mate in their lifetime, and they never get old, by the way." "Hahaha, they sound like they have a relationship like humans," I scoffed; suddenly, Grisella rebuked me. Maria said I shouldn't make fun of me on werewolf related things. Someone could have heard it. I was still chuckling at Maria's expression, which poked her mouth in annoyance. My eyes shifted to the title of the novel he was reading, "Roses"—the title I had compiled with Delon. Even the title of my book itself makes me reminisce about

Though I've been kissed, I've never been kissed so passionately. Not only that, I felt some sensation in my center that I can't describe. Just then, Theo's eyes changed their color from the original brown to a light blue color. “Hey mate, I can't wait to have you,” Theo said roughly. “Erwin, I can't wait either,” my wolf called out aloud. I can't believe our wolves had a deep connection as well. “Tihana, can I claim you already?” He asked with a distressed voice as desires threatened to take over him. “Yes,” I whispered, desperately.”

After finishing that mythology book about wolves, I had researched online and found an entire collection of dirty, smutty romance novels about werewolves, especially alpha wolves and I might have… touched myself while reading a few of them. A few tense, silent moments passed between us. Heat built between my legs as I thought back to those books the violent, vicious nature of a man who grew claws and canines during a full moon, the possessive claiming and marking of another, the pure aggression every wolf carried. Fuck. They were all made-up stories, yet I could not stop thinking about them. The truth was I kind of wished Professor Vance would snap, show me his canines, sink them into my nec

Somehow the desire and need still hadn’t left his eyes. I signed, turning back to the now drained mojito. Apparently I’d finished it and not even noticed. This shouldn’t have happened. With humans, yes, it was possible that one bite could lead to desire and in extreme cases, obsession. Con of being a succubus. But it had never happened with another werewolf before. Is it possible what he felt was genuine? Maybe. Who really knew? It’s not like there were loads of other wolf-succubuses around to talk to. In my 300 years, I’d met one other, and she met an unfortunate end thanks to a couple vampire hunters and a stake in the 1870s.