Werewolf Romance Story Novels & Stories

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

“We are werewolf hunters, but as a child, we are told of a story about how werewolves are infertile and the protection given to the Owusu clan members against a curse. It is a star-crossed lovers type of romance, and the two main characters needed to find each other. By the way, these two characters are a werewolf and a hunter.” He approaches and I hiss at him, even if I know that he is not intimidated by any type of aggression that I will show to him. “What do you think, Kaiya? The story is talking about people like us, huh?” “I think they have brainwashed you since childhood to instinctively like a she-wolf.” Klevon roars in laughter, so much so that I feel he will destroy the entire libra

He could show her what he was and he was sure that that was found to scare the hell out of her. "You okay?" She asked him as she trailed her arm down his chest "Yes, I'm fine" he said as he gave her a peck on the head. He was brooding and she could probably tell that something was bothering him. He didn't want their romance to be over before it even began and yet he knew that that was what was going to happen if Kayla should find out that he was a werewolf. She adjusted herself by his side and rested her head on his chest. It was adorable and he wanted to draw her into a tight embrace and never let go of her.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

Mystrel introduced me to several people and I had yet to meet a red eyed rogue. "How are these rogues not really rogues," I asked curiously and he chuckled. "They've all found their mates, some even with humans and have turned them so they can remain together forever," he said sincerely and I smiled. He took me to the edge of the forest and said we could strip and run our wolves. I nodded happily and began pulling off my layers. I looked up at the trees and saw Ash grinning down at my naked chest. I growled angrily and turned away from his sight to pull off my jeans and panties. I dropped to all fours and contorted into my white wolf. I heard a whistle of appreciation and looked up at Ash an

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

“The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.” AWOOOO! A loud howl ripped through the silent night, startling the girls. The werewolf was pissed, how dare this Barry or Larry touched her. How dare he sampled what rightfully belonged to him. He told himself if he ever got his paws on this filthy guy, his head would roll, literally. It howled again, louder this time. “What the hell was that?” Katherine asked as she grabbed onto her friend.

asked Jenifer. "Because I saw you during the full moon, according to the myth werewolves will fall in love and like a woman only once." Marcelo replied. "A werewolf only falls in love once in his lifetime with a woman he sees on a full moon," Jenifer continued. "You see, you and I met on the full moon, so you don't feel love in your heart?" Marcelo asked. "I'm afraid to interpret what I feel. I'm just afraid that my love will be unrequited," Jenifer replied.

If I was going to be locked into this room, I was going to at least relax while I had the chance. The book was blood red in color, and had a thick black script on the front that read Scarlett and the Wolf King. I sifted through the thin pages, reading small snippets of the long paragraphs. It seemed to be a romance novel between a human girl, and an alpha of a wolf pack. I laughed quietly to myself; everyone knew that werewolves only mated with each other. They had some sort of higher power that led them to their soul mate or something like that. I had actually met a werewolf briefly when I was a small child. He was not what you would have expected; thinking of how fairytales talked about t

Jake caught it mid-air— —and froze. White fire ran under Jane’s skin. Light burst from her wounds as white fur rolled across her body. She rose, an ethereal werewolf, eyes like dawn over ice. One kick sent Sara smashing through a tent frame. “Oh my God,” Kim whispered. Jake stepped in, syringe ready—then the white wolf stood between him and the wreckage, grace and fury in the same breath.