Werewolf Romance Series Novels & Stories

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.

Including me. Werewolves began finding their mates at eighteen. At exactly that age I'd looked into Gerad Justin's eyes and was crushed to realize he wasn't my mate. He'd probably looked into mine and thought, 'f*ck. Another one of those weirdos', not aware of the emotional turmoil going on inside me.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

After five years in a world ruled by werewolves, I still haven't found a way back to the human world. So I did the only thing I could. I married my fated mate, Ryan Darcy, a devastatingly handsome Lycan Prince with a towering frame. The night we sealed our mate bond, we traded secrets. Leaning close, I whispered in his ear, "The truth is, I'm not from this world. Treat me wrong, and I'll disappear back to where I came from. You'll never find me again."

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.

Until now, he couldn't even move a single finger. He raised his sad eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window. Suddenly, Adam's body shook violently. Today is another full moon night. His body is extremely sensitive to moonlight. If it was a normal time, the people in the village would absolutely not let him see the moonlight so easily. But a few days ago, he heard someone talking in the village. They say that the witches have come to the village. They are werewolf hunters, extremely skilled hunters. Of course, for Adam, this must have been a nightmare.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

Her energy… his. And that meant one thing. If another wolf caught her scent, they’d know she was claimed. And they’d test him. Or worse—try to take her. --- Selene wandered into town that afternoon, and something was different. People watched her. Too long. Too curious. Especially the women. Especially Lira. The she-wolf approached with the grace of a serpent, her silver braid gleaming like a blade against her black leather. Her ice-blue eyes raked over Selene with contempt.

They moved like phantoms, slipping between the cracks of reality itself, vanishing into the darkness that welcomed them like old friends. The hunt had begun. Dorian remained by my side as the last of the creatures disappeared. The cavern was silent now, save for the lingering hum of dark energy that vibrated through the walls. “Where do we strike first?” he asked, his voice thoughtful. “We start small,” I replied. “A message.” Dorian smirked. “A massacre, you mean.” I met his gaze. “Exactly.” The werewolves had grown complacent under Luca’s rule. They believed their power made them untouchable, that their pack bonds and physical strength were enough to protect them.

Selene’s heart skipped a beat, and she whipped around, eyes wide in disbelief. Out of the mist emerged a towering figure, its body rippling with muscle and an aura of undeniable strength. The new werewolf that appeared was unlike any creature Selene had seen before. His fur shimmered in the moonlight, and his eyes glowed with a feral intensity. The enemies hesitated, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the powerful wolf. In that moment of confusion, the battle shifted. The newcomer lunged forward, slashing through the enemy forces with ease, his claws cutting through flesh like butter. He moved with a fluid grace, effortlessly eliminating those that stood in his path. Selene stood frozen