Werewolf Romance Stories Completed Novels & Stories

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

This left Adam astounded. With an extremely curious look, he turned to look at this small gray wolf. “You are…” “Let me introduce myself a little, I am Smith. Before, I was like you, a werewolf outcast in the human world. But after following him, I gained a sense of my sanity. Of course, this is just the sanctity of a wolf.” During the conversation, Smith's gaze shifted slightly towards the leader of the white wolf, inside showing a few parts of admiration and respect.

Jesse sighed his understandable agitation and anger with me, those emotions of rage towards me where still fired up. “Billy was fascinated that’s for sure. A shifter mated to a human was comical to him but not unknown. Rare, but he has known of one couple. About a year ago when travelling in Europe, he had come across a pack that had been hunted down to their last seven wolves. All female wolves of the pack where killed, the eldest of the pack naturally becoming the new alpha and in Billy’s words… The moon goddess filling the spot of his Luna mate with a petite little human… He didn’t understand it and I don’t think they did either” he filled us in, the murmuring of my brothers and father fo

Lucas Lucas Gray could not concentrate on his history class. He had just found his mate. His wolf had sensed her immediately he entered the class and it had leaped for excitement. It was magical. He had been told what it felt like when a wolf finds its mate but experiencing it himself was a whole different matter. His parents were going to be so glad when they heard this, he thought to himself. But there was only one problem. He couldn't smell any wolf on her. Wasn't she a werewolf? Or was she a latent submissive? But he knew that wasn't the case. He would be able to smell her even if she was latent. Also, everything he said seemed to surprise her like she had never heard such terms being us

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

There has to be something. I look at my watch, I have been busy in the library for 5 hours and still came up short. There is absolutely nothing in the history of werewolves about severed mate bonds. How is this even possible? I'm reading book after book, but nothing. I searched through the whole library. I'm hoping Derric and Victor have a better chance of finding something. I walk into Derric's office with a sour mood. Derric and Victor are both waiting for me.

He immediately tugged me around his arms and kissed me. It was like a dream for us. Never knew my life could be this adventurous like a story I have read in Dad's library. Life with various challenges and twists I faced made me strong enough to know myself and fight for my love. Even after a decade, we are still together with our pretty girl and handsome boy. As we dreamed of, we had our separate world where he and I were together with our baby boy and girl, half-wolf and half-vampire. Thanks to Dad and Karien, there was no conflict and crisis among vampires and werewolves. The contract had been made, a blood contract, not to harm each other in the Blackwood and GoldenWood forest.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

In essence, joining or not joining the club made little difference. Despite my seemingly perfect exterior, I carried two secrets. Firstly, I was not entirely human, I was a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but the most noble of the werewolf lineage, a white wolf. Secondly, I did not harbour affection for women. While I had engaged in relationships with women in the past, they never elicited any genuine response from me. As for men, those who pursued me were often too clingy for my liking, and any relationship with them ultimately dissolved—except for him.

Werewolves could still communicate even in their wolf form, not words though but they could understand eachother perfectly. "You're Breathtaking...your wolf is very beautiful" I tell her managing to not roll my tongue all over her wolf. Could this night get any more better! Everything was so perfect already, we raced eachother howling as we ran through the leaves only stopping when we were both completely exhausted. I could feel the happiness seeping off her. We're both breathing loudly and laughing from the run.