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.”

Werewolves have a strong sexual drive and could go at it all night, especially during the mating season. If she smoked, Kendra would have lit a cigarette to pass the time, but she hates smoking. To her, it is a nasty habit. It doesn’t matter that werewolves are unaffected by the health consequences of smoking cigarettes. Kendra was about to throw caution to the wind and go after the rogue when her query came bounding toward her, looking drunk. He must have drunk a lot to be this affected. Werewolves don’t get drunk easily, unless, like the rogue heading toward Kendra, they overindulge.

His eyes were set on her breasts, feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped up and their gaze locked. Her breath hitched; his eyes were savage glowing pools of copper as the grey flecks remained in his eyes. His brows were creased in anger, but a sinister smirk donned his lips. Luca was in a rut. (A periodic and often annually recurring state of certain male animals during which behavior associated with an intense urge to breed and mate is displayed.) It was very uncommon for male werewolves to be in a rut, it only happened when there was only a one-sided mark, and both the partners were werewolves. The ruts either calm down if the other person marks them or if they mate with each other.

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.

"Why are you staring at me that way?" Ethan asked. She blinked and shook her head. "Um, nothing. I thought I saw a fire fly caught in your locks." She said. "You're a weirdo. They weirdest and you have unimaginable hallucinations." Ethan said before going back to observing the environment and trying to track their path. "Him? But he doesn't want a mate." She said to her wolf as she walked back to Apple tree. "He is our mate. Him and him alone can make you a full Werewolf. If he rejects you I die, as I'm still fragile."