Werewolf Romance Audiobook Novels & Stories

By the Light of the Moon is a werewolf romance book by Julia Wildthorn that was adapted for television. “Hmm.” She started to disintegrate beneath his persistent touch as he caressed her shoulders and nuzzled her cheek. I’ll demonstrate what true lupus garous do in the name of love after I discuss business with my brothers and Uncle Sheridan. As Jake yelled, “Uncle Sheridan’s here,” he was already kissing her lips and stroking her breasts through her top. He was really getting worked up. Tom has just come, too. Darien grunted like a husky. I’ll be back shortly. “I’ll be waiting and prepared,” She smiled sweetly at him and reclined against the pillows.

I stammered out, not knowing exactly how to start my explanation. "Never mind. I heard everything, so I know what the argument is all about." She said when it became apparent that I was not going to say a word. "Oh." That was the only word that came out of my mind after hearing her. "Anyways, what I wanted to discuss with you is somewhat sensitive, but I want you to listen to me with an open mind. See, Claire, you are now here with Alex, as his mate, in this werewolf world that humans thought only exist in fairy tales." She gave a dramatic pause, building my tension. "So, what I am saying is that you have to let go of all your human ties as you are now with a man who is an Alpha." She finish

They had brutal s*x many times until almost three in the morning and it seemed Audrey was unconscious after reaching her umpteenth orgasm. There was one thing that Audrey had realized. Liam is the first and only man who has made love with Audrey. Liam is also not an ordinary man. He is a werewolf and Audrey has even proven with her own eyes, touching him directly, Liam's form in his wolf form, Kinn.

He was laughing at me all the time, but by the Goddess, his words, his barely-there touch, his kisses had driven me out of my mind. Do lovers really do that? Do they kiss each other in that intimate way… down there? My skin feels very hot. I throw away the rug, suddenly very thirsty. I also need to use the privy. And repair the wall. I am very hungry as well. First things first. I get to my feet, carefully placing my injured leg on the floor. The rubble has turned the floor dusty. After I repair the wall, I’ll beautify the hut once again. As I head for the privy, I’m reminded of Aldrich’s warning from last night about Werewolves being on the prowl in these woods. Deciding to be careful, I us

I heard footsteps and I quickly got into a defensive mode and ready to attack t ,,, alas just two tiny rabbits running around. I turned back to return to my hideouts but I heard another sound and with my werewolf hearing I could hear two voices. I hid and I saw them dressed in capes speaking in a a low voice and pointing toward the direction of my pack, my wolf growled slowly and I tried to keep it contained. I felt rage and wanted to attack but I decided to listen to their conversation and possibly find out their plans. The bigger of the two with a deep voice said I was able to contact the information and I was able to get the secret arrangement the pack is making for war and it will help u

Rhea The next day, a loud ding wakes me up. I groan as I try to get up, it took a while for me to get some sleep after that terrifying dream I had. I kept wondering if Adrian Raven is really a werewolf. I tried asking Sira but she has gone silent on

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

The golden pup’s fur began to crack with glowing lines, radiating a blinding light that made it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open. “A true Golden Werewolf! I can’t see!” “It’s coming! It’s coming!” Everyone craned their necks and kept their eyes wide, trying desperately to catch a glimpse. Damian laughed loudly. “A Divine Werewolf descends! All shall bow before me! I am the King of the Werewolf Alliance!” As the light began to dim, the pup’s form started to shift. The crowd held its breath. “What is that?” “A black werewolf?” At the very moment everyone expected glory, the golden pup transformed into a grotesque, malformed Omega Black Werewolf.

She whines for the relief of his proximity, completely oblivious to the fact that our so-called mate is a coward who chose the girl making my life a living hell. I adjust the heavy strap of the portfolio on my shoulder and keep my head down, navigating the crowded brick walkways. Then, the wind shifts. My breath hitches. Before I can stop her, my wolf snaps to attention, her ears pricking up in my mind, searching the crowd. I don't even have to look. I can feel him. The pull of the second-chance bond acts like a physical tether, tugging my chest slightly to the left, toward the center of the quad.

Rain asked me, wiggling her eyebrows. I nodded. "If you are planning to give it to Zaiden....." She continued. "You don't have to do anything like that, dear." Zaiden interrupted Rain, giving me a reassuring look. Though, he looked a bit flushed. Rain just shrugged. I had concluded by now that werewolves were very sexual beings. They were not shy about displaying their love for their mates. Their threshold for nudity and public display of affection was also pretty high. However, it was always consensual. Unlike those rogues, this pack was civilized. I was slowly getting comfortable with them. I remained quiet while others talked and discussed the raids. A few times my knuckles became white a