Werewolf Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Thank you once again for reading and following my books. Lastly: This book led me down a path of self discovery and I realized that the world of werewolves without humans (billionaires and all) and other elements is too restrictive for me. Also, I do not perfectly understand the relationship between a man and a woman. This is my first try at Heterosexual werewolf romance and so is my newest ongoing book (Savannah). Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut

“It happened, about a week ago.” “But—but how? What was it I saw. What are these things I keep seeing?” "It's okay, my lady. You had a vision, a glimpse of the past," she explained. Fel looked at her in disbelief. "A vision? But how? I'm a werewolf, not a witch," she said, her voice quivering. Miranda nodded in agreement. "I know, my lady. It's quite unusual for a werewolf to have such a gift. But we will figure it out, I promise."

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 wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

“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.

The wolf who once prided himself on pristine presentation now seemed entirely neglectful of pack appearances. "Luna," he called, stepping from the shadows between territorial markers. He clutched a bundle of blood-red wolfsbane, a traditional reconciliation offering. "I understand everything now. Though your mating with Dominic is legitimate, you bonded after knowing each other for merely a moon cycle. You cannot possibly love him. You orchestrated this to wound me, didn't you?" He extended the flowers, clearly expecting me to accept them as I always had in the past. I didn't reach for them, but responded with calm detachment.

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

Of Trent and the other wolf, there was no sign. Did they still follow? Had Roderick's pets caught them? As twilight gave way to night, she trembled as she wondered how long they had until the vampire himself found them. I don't want to think about Roderick. Not when escape finally seemed a possibility. She focused instead on the man carrying her. While he didn't inspire the same kind of tingle Darren and Trent had, she still felt something, a little shock more along the lines of that she'd experienced with David. It was totally weird. In the past, her boyfriends had never given her electric shocks when they touched. Could the odd sensation have to do with their wolf status? A weird kind of p

She rallied her vampire allies, leading them in a counter-attack against the werewolf pack. The circle of bloodshed and destruction expanded, consuming all in its path. Lives were lost, the ground soaked with the blood of both werewolves and vampires. The air crackled with power and despair, the once-beautiful landscape now scarred by the ravages of war. Amareux, torn between his loyalty to his pack and his love for Arayah, found himself caught in the crossfire. He fought alongside his werewolf brethren, hoping to quell the violence and bring an end to the cycle of vengeance. But with every strike, every fallen comrade, the weight of betrayal bore down upon him.

* * * MAVERICK I have never been so intrigued by a woman from another species before, let alone my sworn enemy, a female vampire but the prison did not follow the same rules as the outside world. Everything was fair game here. I thought it was a simple attraction at first, just my sexual need was fucking with my head. I’d gone for months since I’d ever had the pleasure to enjoy a woman’s body and I missed that connection. I’d only ever been with Shewolves, and never had the urge to try other female creatures, not until Sofia. As an Alpha, the werewolf community would look down on me if they found out that I hooked up with a vampire.