Werewolf Smut Novels & Stories

I yelled and prepared another enchantment to attack. "Impersonate!? Dan, I've been with you ever since you reawakened me! What's going on!?" He's good at acting innocently. I tossed an enchantment to him and forced him to shift into a pup, consequently, he fell while whining. I reversed his gravity and now he's falling upward. "Gotcha!" I uttered, then I smelt his fur scrupulously. "Hm, thankfully, the scent of mate is unchangeable." One of the effects of the mate-bond is to identify one's mate by smell—making the werewolf romance unique compared to humans.

Lucas sat at his reading table, he held a flora design magazine and was going through the different flowers in it. The room was neatly arranged, Ruby had ensured that he grew up to be neat which was paying off, Ruby entered his room carrying a pot of wolfs bane, the praetor wolves sent to deliver a message to Reginald had some of it on them and gave it to her, Wolfs bane killed normal werewolves by touch but its scent was to help them tame and have self-control in cases like mortal combat and wars, she was so glad they could give her a pot of it, it would tame Lucas in case of any danger in the human world.

He was in a royal blue robe today and his silver hair fell like water falls on his back while his golden eyes held serenity, giving him the most perfect look. As she gawked at him, she suddenly groaned and immediately looked away when she felt what she had been feeling since a while ago. She was wet, all wet, seriously wet that she felt really scared and embarrassed even if no one knows that she was dripping but when when she recalled what she had learnt while reading some time ago, she gasped. " Werewolves can smell anything, including the arousal of a mate."

The silhouette of the man became conspicuous as he finally took several steps inside and then it hit us all, that the Stench of wet dogs could never be covered with weed, alcohol, cologne, name it all. Only one thing can effectively mask the scent of a werewolf and that involved a certain rare plant or the right amount of magic and dosage of incantations.

Before I could even prepare. The Casper I know— turned into a wolf with the moon above us. Werewolf. He's a... monster. I saw it clear. I saw how he ran and attacked the hunter with rage. My sight turned black before falling on the cold ground unconscious.

And now that it has finally gotten out, it’s putting all its energy at pulling every part of the man. And when the wolf got satisfied at putting its anger towards the man. It immediately thought of going to the place where they were supposed to live. It was about to run, but before he can do that, Peter came who’s in a flash got to the wolf’s side. And Peter immediately stabbed the syringe he was carrying, containing sleeping pills and wolfsbane herb. A herb that can effectively weaken a werewolf. But one dose of it is not enough to put Jax’s wolf down. So Peter immediately followed with two more pricks of syringes to the body of the wolf.

He’s standing right in front of me, with a murderous glint in his eyes, staring straight at me. It is the sort that possesses wolvens after a kill, the “curse” that manifests itself as bloodlust under the full moon. He snarls once, and in that moment; that sight of his claws dripping blood of his last victim, the fur that falls from his body in half-transformation, his fangs bared in a grim smile; in that flash of time, I see myself. I see a wolven brother.

The fate of the werewolves and vampires hung in the balance once more, their futures entwined in a web of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the final act of the Beta's treacherous plan began to unfold, the Werewolf kingdom was thrown into chaos. Outside the kingdom walls, a false alarm was created, luring Prince Amareux away on a mission to resolve the supposed threat. It was the perfect diversion, allowing the Beta and his cohorts to capture Arayah, their poisoned prey.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

They had planted the seeds of change, and now it was up to the werewolves to nurture and cultivate them. The clearing came alive with conversation and activity as the werewolves began to discuss their own experiences, their hopes, and their fears. It was a transformative moment, a turning point in the history of Silverhood.As the day wore on, bonds were formed, trust was built, and a sense of unity grew stronger. The werewolves began to see Adam and Emily not as outsiders, but as allies and advocates for a shared future. They recognized that the fight against darkness was not an individual battle but a collective endeavor.