Werewolf Smut Novels & Stories

Yes, I manage to ease off a bit but every time I heard their soft moans and growls, my brain could imagine how the battle is going. And the thought of imagining things is worse than looking at them fighting because of me. An eighteen years old man with a serious brain issue is fighting against two because he hated the idea when someone wants to be her boyfriend. "We're werewolves, honey, not monsters. Half human and half wolf." says defensively the woman next to me. "And, truth be told, humans are more monstrous than us. Keep that in mind." Because my heart and brain could not make it to the finish line, I remove the woman's grip by force and run as fast as I can even without considering whe

It was the only spot where trees didn't cover the view. Layers of dust were gathering on the surfaces of the broken wooden boards and the decaying bureaus. A big closet in the corner of the first room had a door that hung of its hinges and inside hung clothes that seemed to have been eaten on by something. I dragged a deep breath and held it when the smell of rotting flesh seeped up my nose. The girls all covered their noses and its moments like these that being a werewolf was a curse. Our heightened smell unfortunately allowed us to smell the scents of everything, including sweat, blood and sex. All of which were mixing in my nose right now.

A gorgeous mixture of both beauty and brains. “It was a post-sex indulgence only, but I quit long ago and have no thoughts of resuming the habit. Though, correct me if I’m wrong, Doc, but even back when I was a smoker, cigarettes didn’t cause too much damage before my true nature could heal it. I’m no human.” Werewolves weren’t nearly as fragile as humans, and as such, they could indulge a bit more freely in the vices of the world. Smoke, booze…even sex held less of a risk.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

" 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.

Brown fur glossed in the glow, matted with dirt and old blood; gold eyes fixed on them with a terrible focus, head low, nostrils testing heat and fear. Tom lurched up, wobbling on the bad leg, snatched the silver steak knife from his tray. “Leslie—behind me.” “Don’t be stupid,” she hissed, backing anyway. The werewolf crept forward, shoulders rolling, breath fogging in the cold. Tom threw. The knife flew clean and buried to the hilt in the creature’s right hip. It screamed—rage and pain braided—staggered back, clawing at the silver, then whirled and limped into the tent maze, swallowed by canvas and shadow.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

She couldn't help but open her eyes and saw that the small cat had stopped the enormous werewolf! At this moment, countless amber rays of light and intricate glowing patterns emanated from the weak kitten, resembling a fabric that bound the werewolf, preventing him from reaching them. All the cat's fur stood on end, and its green eyes fearlessly stared at the werewolf. The werewolf's arms were bound, and after a while, he let out a sinister smile: "Just a circus trick." A flash of purple light appeared in his eyes, and his fingers grew sharp claws, slashing through the amber light rays with a "swish swish" sound!

Then she takes the battery out of the smoke alarm and starts again. The words she uses are simple. She asks the Mother to show us her wisdom and reveal ‘that which is beyond Human ken’. The smoke from her bowl, which had been drifting upwards, turns to curl around Tom instead. It shades from pale grey into colours. It’s mostly dark red and bright yellow from what I can see, but there’s a shade beyond purple too, one I’m not sure anyone else can see. Werewolves can see a bit beyond human vision, into ultra-violet.

Her knees on the bed, her upper body raised, and then he thrust in. "Ahhhh!" Indeed, werewolves — Alphas and Omegas specifically in rut and heat — were like animals. Sex was the only thing they knew, and that they could feel. The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth.