Novel & Cerita Werewolf Romance Book

I still cannot believe I marked her, it felt surreal when I placed my mark on her neck, it was pretty and I wanted the whole world to see it any time they looked at her. I was worried about hurting her but my goddess was such a vixen and finally convinced me to satisfy her insatiable needs, it was to my pure delight that I hurried to join her in bed. My wolf grew apprehensive as we approached the wing I left her a while ago, as we got closer I started to perceive a foreign smell and I kicked the door open to find an empty bed. My eyes spot a letter and I open it " We have what belongs to you", I drop it slowly as I howl in pain.

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

Lovie quickly got interrupted " You are werewolves" Peter exclaimed from behind Lovie's back " Have you been at my back the whole time..." Lovie exclaimed looking calm " I heard everything you bought said," Peter said with a smile " But I never knew there was a meeting at the central park tonight" Peter added relaxing his elbow on Lovie's shoulder " What are you trying to say?" I asked with a flabbergasted look written on my body " Am also a werewolf and I belong to the alpha pack" Peter says with a smile

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

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.

My bare feet pressed into the soft moss, each step swallowed as though the forest itself were conspiring to hold me in place. From the darkness, a shape emerged-massive, elegant, terrifying. Crimson eyes pierced the dimness, luminous and aware. Not a man, not yet. But not merely a wolf either. Zevrael. The predator I had stitched together, the creature I had seen dissolve into man, now took form in the wild. His fur shimmered faintly, a strange light reflecting off the shadows, and even in that form, there was a majesty that struck me to silence.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

“My coven… they always said you were a monster.” Kael’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her to slide along his length. “They lied, little witch. And now the bond is changing you.” His voice dropped. “I can smell it. Your magic is mixing with wolf blood.” Before she could respond, he flipped them, settling between her thighs. This time there was no brutal rush. He kissed down her body—slow, worshipful. His tongue traced her collarbone, then lower, circling her nipples until she arched with soft moans.