Werewolf Romances Novelas e Histórias

*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.

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.

I’m holding myself ramrod stiff. I hear her deep sigh as she moves away. I exhale in relief, but I’m also disappointed. As a Werewolf, I have slept with a fair number of females from my pack. When they’re in heat, it’s almost impossible to refuse them, and the truth is, I have never wanted to refuse any of them.

We don't want our tongues romantically fencing each other to stop. Similar to our overflowing expressions, those humans around us also felt envy when we could dare do it publicly. It was totally not me but we were talking about Nathalie. My first crush. The first who accepted for who I am not. And the first female wolf that could beat my heart as fast as at the speed of light that way. My wolf has been full of worries and fears that one of those few male wolves and humans, two to mention, Nathaniel and Jasper, would escort her in a romantic way.

“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."

Love, Coco — S T A T U S — GENRE: Werewolf SUB-GENRE: Romance STARTED| 15th of June 2020 FINISHED| 4th of February 2021 — R A N K S — #1 on Lycan | 14/08/21 — C O M P L E T E D —

He becomes the drive she needs to awaken her powers and seek out a better life elsewhere. The problem was that I’d read so many of these stories that I was doubtful I even remembered all the specifics of this particular novel. There were so many similar themes and tropes in these books that I would generally skim a lot of it, skipping to the parts that were more action heavy. Or the spicy scenes – I couldn’t forget that. Because what good werewolf romance book didn’t have a strong alpha man claiming a mate as theirs and making her cry out in ecstasy? I shook my head and tried to quickly clear my thoughts, not wanting to get too lost in the realisation that I was now living in a world filled

My fucking wolf doesn’t even care if she’s a willing participant or not. To change a human into a werewolf without any complications, they had to be bitten by an Alpha like me, a pure bred wolf. The only other wolf that could change a human to a wolf is the ancient white wolves. But they’re extinct. I wish I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I shouldn’t be thinking about marking an innocent human girl just because I’m drawn to her. No matter how I’m drawn to her, biting her could be fatal for both of us if she actually is my mate. Although I’m not completely certain about that yet.

I just found out that he was a werewolf and now that I was his fated lover, something in me leaped at the thought of that. “This is… a lot,” I said honestly. “I know. I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I was conflicted when I found out too, I even tried to deny it, to avoid you because I know a relationship between our kinds is forbidden. But I couldn't Auriana,” he gently held my palm. “I think of your smile every night before I sleep. Since the first day I saw you in that room, you've occupied my thoughts and the mere sight of you with another guy burns me more than silver.”

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.