Werewolf Smut Novels & Stories

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

“Winter, if she was pushed off of a cliff, he didn’t kill her. Werewolves can’t die by drowning. It might cause them some discomfort. But they’ll still come out of it alive. Didn’t you hear what Roman told me?” Winter shook her head. “Sorry, I was a little busy distracting myself with clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a closet like that before.” “Me, either,” said Nora, smiling, “but Roman told me that a werewolf could only be killed by a few things. One of their own kind, fire, and silver blessed by a priest.” Winter glared. “It doesn’t matter. It was cruel. He shouldn’t have done something like that.” “It wasn’t Ares.”

One by one they roared and unloaded. Thick ropes of hot, demonic, alien cum blasted across my body. It covered my face completely, glued my eyes shut, filled my mouth until it overflowed down my chin and onto my tits. My stomach felt bloated from how much they’d pumped inside me. Cum poured out of my pussy and ass in heavy streams every time I twitched. I collapsed forward, twitching, broken, still cumming weakly. The last thing I heard before darkness took me was the werewolf’s low growl:

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.

“That son of a bitch, Felix swooped in like he knew when it would go on sale. I guess those Warhammer contacts are treating him well.” Dark bloom roses were used almost exclusively for relaxation mixes and hemp was used as a carrier since werewolves tended to like it better than a mix with tobacco. Devereaux Botanicals had to be a new werewolf brand. Mordecai chuckled, “Felix has connections to Matt, but we all know that Matt and Ben don’t see eye to eye.”

After turning off the light, I lay down with my back to the werewolf burrito. I clutched my communication crystal, anxiously tapping the seller's icon. This was a matter of life and death. Me: Urgent! I think my werewolf is about to explode. He's hot as a furnace, he seems delirious, and he keeps growling. Did I do something wrong? [Seller: Dear witch, if you have any questions regarding the care of your werewolf, please consult the Werewolf Domestication Guide included with your order.]

It was more than enough to make them feral. All that was left was to show up, stand close as she could to the sabotaged cage and make sure she was wearing a perfume laced with Solanum Lycocarpum. Wolf’s Apple, as it was more commonly known, was very attractive to werewolves, so it ensured that the new werewolf would go after her first. She watched as the beast broke its chains. She watched it sniff the air. She saw it snarl and bound towards her. The emergency device was in her hand, but she needed to wait for the Alpha to come close to rescue her. So she waited.

Did his sense of smell burn away the day he first smoked this vile herb? Poor forgotten Hazel quickly ran up towards the alcove and took my hand firmly. “We should go,” she said urgently. She gave a curtsy to the werewolf, and half-ran, half-dragged me out of the room. I turned back to look at the werewolf with fine features. Wisps of smoke surrounded him, giving him the look of some sorcerer deep in his witchcraft. A sly grin was on his face, and he continued to lazily exhale smoke rings.

As if that wasn’t terrible enough, Chris become stuck with a particular girl called Lydia, he doesn’t bring the same girl twice but over three months and before the turning events of their life, Lydia had become Chris’s regular mistress and Lydia had established herself like the Luna of the pack, even though Selena is the Luna and three days ago…things got even worse for Selena. When Lydia and Chris mate in the house, he let out an incredible amount of pheromones, the scent produced by a specific gland of a werewolf to induce and affect other wolves and it serves different purposes, it can be used for intimidation or aphrodisiac depending on who is letting it and why.

Once he nodded, we set off. The undergrowth was thick outside the pack house. The area had not been kept, it was a mess. It was a good thing we weren’t human or we would have been absolutely covered in stings and bites, insects and nettles absolutely everywhere. Sure, we felt it, but it healed almost immediately. Or most things did, anyway. Wolfsbane. “Wolfsbane!” I shouted down the pack link. “Nathaniel, your father is growing wolfsbane! Why the bloody hell is a werewolf growing wolfsbane?” I could feel Nathaniel’s shock through the pack and mate links.