Werewolf Rut Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

I want to assure her that I’m not leaving her side until I’m completely certain she’s safe. I step out of the hut and strip before shifting into my wolf form. If Ava does make that coat for me, it will certainly come in handy. Standing absolutely still, I let all my senses align with those of the forest. The Werewolves are getting closer and closer to the hut. If the Blood Ritual goes wrong, I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep Ava safe. But I have complete faith in her. She’ll perform the magic, and she’ll shroud this entire hut in Darkness, keeping us safe from prying eyes.

This process surely hurts even more than when they were infected, but it’s a little sacrifice they need to endure to have their normal life back. Rogues usually lie low during a full moon because they know high ranking werewolves are much stronger than them, making it easy for them to catch rogues and put them in captivity. So, most often than not, it’s usually the newborns causing chaos and craving for a human kill.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

He doesn't pull away but he does stop kissing me. "He said ask Finn?" "Yeah." "He's a bastard." He's laughing though. “I guess I understand why he didn’t want to tell you himself.” He takes a breath. "Dax had a rut." "A what?" "It's an Alpha werewolf thing. Once in a while an Alpha's body goes into overdrive, and he stops being a person for a few days. Four, this time." He’s blushing, which is not something I see often. Finn is nearly impossible to embarrass.

The mistress eyes gleamed with mania as she stared at the box filled with money, "You were useful after all." She grinned at me, "I'll give you a clue about the Lycan King. Nobody can survive him during his rut season." She grabbed the box and dashed out of the room. I almost scoffed. The rut season was the time the Lycan had an uncontrollable sexual drive, which could cause them to be a literal beast or descend into madness if their needs aren't satisfied. It usually spans for seven to ten days, depending on the Lycan.

I whisper, my heart is beating so hard I hear it loud and clear, "What's wrong? Why are you so… horny? Is it a werewolf thing?” "Yeah," he agrees and brings his hand to his hair, looking down at the floor and thinking. He shakes his head before explaining and opens the passenger door for me. He rounds the car and gets in. Once he's sitting there, he sighs, "I think I'm starting my first rut." "Oh, fuck," I exclaim. I know what that is, I read about it, "I thought it was very intense? You still seem to be in control and in your right mind. Maybe you can just... masturbate through it.”

But her cries were limited inside those four walls only. Winter did not know for how long she had been crying, begging for help, the pictures of her evil teacher kept flashing in front of her eyes. And with that, Winter lost her consciousness and fell to the floor completely. Outside, Raphael suddenly felt the absence of Winter, but his rut had completely taken over him that he quickly forgot about her. One thing that slowed down was his sexual hunger. His entire body was burning with an inexplicable amount of heat. Raphael once again threw all the things present in the chamber. The one thing he always hated about being a werewolf was this excruciating pain he had to undergo every three mont