Werewolf Reverse Harem Books Novels & Stories

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

They are Vicious. They are Cruel. They are Lethal. Their names are not known, and their origins trace back to the first Lycan that walked the earth. They are three Alphas that rule the most feared kingdom separated from the human realm by a magical portal that opens once every five years. Ariadne had only heard of tales of the Beasts and believed those that cross the realms to be fools. Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores.

“Without you, I thought…” “I know. I felt it too.” I press my lips to her hair. “I’m sorry.” “It doesn’t matter now. We’re together.” We walk through the gardens, and I tell her what comes next — weekend visits, Silver Ridge, and after two years, a proper mating ceremony in front of both packs. “I want pups,” she says suddenly. “Someday.” My wolf howls. “More than okay.” She smiles. … The claiming ceremony is three nights later, under the full moon, on neutral ground.

My father and his warriors rushed in. CRACK. Rain didn't even get to scream. The wolves tore her apart in an instant — nothing left but a smear of blood and flesh. It was over in seconds. The wolfsbane worked fast. Liam's face turned a horrifying shade of black. He swayed, struggling to turn his head toward me. His eyes were already glazing over. His lips moved, trying to say something, but only a surge of dark blood poured out. "The spring water! Make him drink!" I snapped out of my shock.

| HAILEY | Xavier’s eyes shifted, ocean blue fading into molten gold. The air around us thickened, alive with wild energy. His wolf had taken control. “Turn around now!” a low, rumbling growl tore from Xavier’s chest. I didn't hesitate. Rolling onto my back, I sank into the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My breath hitched as I hooked my hands behind my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, exposing my pussy completely to Xavier’s predatory gaze.

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

g billionaire, werewolf, reverse harem, forbidden romance etc Feel free to be as detailed as you want Thank you so much for your support and patience everyone. Love y'all to the moon and back.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

“It must be interesting. We don’t have things like this back in the North.” I wondered just how interesting it could be. I knew very little about the mating process of werewolves. Mathilda had owned several books back in the day—romance novels about a werewolf princess and her harem of lovers. I tried to steal a peak at them now and again, but Mathilda would always snatch them out of my hands. “You’re too young to read things like this!” she would say, despite the fact that she was only three years older than I was.

The usurpers didn't need to command loyalty; they merely needed to ensure that the packs were too busy fighting amongst themselves to ever consider uniting against them. Propaganda, too, played a crucial role. Pamphlets, crudely printed but widely distributed in werewolf settlements, depicted Queen Elara and her lineage as weak, decadent, and ultimately responsible for the kingdom’s current instability. They were painted as creatures of human sentimentality, incapable of understanding the primal needs and fierce independence of the werewolf people. One particularly vicious pamphlet featured a crude caricature of Elara, her eyes wide and vacant, surrounded by images of chaos and famine, with