Werewolf Rut Novels & Stories

He hasn't eaten well this week because he was taking his rut medicine. Luckily, he got a lettuce and a few more ingredients in making a salad. It’s been years since the werewolves finally adapted to the modern world. They also found a way to be in their human form for so long and eating something like this wasn’t new to them, too. Those who were dominant omegas and alphas needed each other to gather essence why being recessive wasn't that a big deal. He can survive his rut by taking these modern invented medicines, too. At least, he was thankful for this.

“I won’t.” They shifted at the same time. Two huge wolves circled. Ragar lunged first, and Kael dodged and snapped at his throat. They crashed together, teeth flashed. Blood sprayed the dirt, I couldn’t breathe. Ragar got Kael’s shoulder and tore deep. Kael roared and twisted. He locked jaws on Ragar’s neck and shook hard, bones cracked loudly. Ragar went limp. Kael dropped the body and shifted back. Blood poured from his shoulder and side, he stood over the dead Beta and looked at the elders. “My mate stays. Anyone else?”

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

But the most important of all, is the new message that his sister, Rylie, got. Rylie is a special case of a werewolf, with its special role of being an oracle. They’ve discovered about this when an 8 year old Rylie suddenly talked about having a dream of a creature which she can’t see, and its message that has been passed to Rylie. ‘The true bloodline shall prevail. 8 years from now, the throne will be back to its roots. And shall not be dethroned again by a stained blood line. ’

A look was exchanged between the two of them. I didn’t know how but I found my voice to ask. “How… how do you punish wolves in your pack?” I asked the Alpha directly. His eyes flashed. “Extra chores and a long lecture on ethics,” he said slowly. Oh. That… wasn’t so bad. This admission beguiled me even more. “Finish your food before we chat,” he said roughly before turning to leave. With the door closed, the doctor slumped down on the chair. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “Not all of the people in the pack are like this. Ruth is especially aggressive towards other women. She is one of the oldest single females in the pack who remain unmated. Please understand her.” It sounded mo

They all knew whenever their alpha wolf doctor unleashed her punishment on her pups. "Oh~Malcove~" Natasha sang as she approached her son while smiling. Malcove jolted from hearing it and slowly turned around to meet her mother's meaningful smile. "Mommy...I...I can...e-explain..." Malcove started to quiver in fear as he stepped backward since Natasha kept advancing toward him. She grinned and the last thing that echoed through that night was the scream of a young hybrid pup. "Who would have the slightest thought that I, Morbius Draven that known as Ruthless Vampire found a Wolf Doctor which much more ruthless than I could be whenever it comes on punishing our children." Morbius thought whil

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

Even my stomach sweating and I need to do something. “Damn, werewolves' rut suddenly came to me!” I mumbled and was gritting my teeth. My mate is what I'm needing to remove the hotness of my body. I know that my mate also felt the rutting, and I must see her for us to rut. Dizziness is what my brain felt, and I lose control now. I must see her as soon as possible because I felt crazy about this. My legs started stepping towards my mate and even though I'm facing the struggle to walk because of the werewolves' rutting and I did my best to walk my feet. I still have an investigation that needed to do, and now I'm distracted by this rutting session. There's nothing I can do to control it becaus

That comment upset me a little and I was about to voice it when he said, “But I was happy to know that you might not know what I am feeling right now. It’s embarrassing but I am in a rut.” Rut? I think I had read about it before. It was similar to the female heat. It rarely happened but when it did the male Lycan would usually go berserk and lustful for sex and would try to sate his needs by any means and for however long he wished to. It would sometimes go as long as a week and was usually very taxing on their partner. “But you haven’t been behaving as extreme as they wrote in the books. In fact you have enough control to actually stop from fucking me,” I said looking at him in doubt.

Narrow eyed I look closer and say; "You are right. This part tells the story of a massacred village. It happened during the night. See, here is where the sun comes up, and then everyone is dead with a naked man in the field." I see Dr. Cloe Addison's brows crease as she says; "Here is where people came together to find and kill it. They had spears, bows, and clubs. But none of them returned home." I think to myself, could this really be a werewolf? I murmur to myself and say; "Shit. This must be what the Tribe Elder was warning me about." Dr. Cloe Addison, asks concerned; "Sorry. Did you say something?" I hake my head and quickly respond;