Werewolf Smut Novels & Stories

In fact, he was more of the silent and mysterious type. He was more of a fierce warrior and protector. “Damn it,” I muttered as a hot shudder wracked through me. Elvira’s spell had activated again and now everywhere was swirling with a sapphire mist. The Sapphire smoke or mist were primal werewolf energy transformed by a witch’s spell into hardcore sexual energy. It was an aphrodisiac magical spell and it was a powerful one at that.

Audrey felt a cool feeling slowly penetrate her skin. "What's that?" asked Audrey. "This is a cream made from the saliva of newborn werewolf babies and several types of rare plants," Liam answered calmly. "Werewolves always use this to treat bruises and initial aid for open wounds." Audrey was very interested and planned to research the cream later. "It smells good and seems to work," said Audrey. "Let's go home after this. You have to rest and not train again until all your bruises are gone," said Liam while rubbing Audrey's hand.

He was right, it was not likely to be mated with the other species, there was not a single case of a werewolf mating with the other supernatural entity in the last five hundred years. Last time I checked, it was from the Silvermoon pack’s alpha who was mated to a witch, but it was seven hundred years ago. Wait. Silvermoon pack? it is Dumeny's pack, which means, Dumeny's ancestor was mated to a witch, he had a blood of a witch. I stood so fast the chair fall down, August looked perplexed by my sudden reaction. “What?” he asked and I could feel he was again any second longer to lose his temper.

I added. "She just smells great. How can I stop myself from smelling her?" he answered back. "Can I compliment her? And it is a compliment. Why take it in a bad way?" he complained. Yes, we are werewolves—millennial ones. We can live as ordinary people do. We can go outside, act like one of them, and do what we need or want to do. They do not know that they are living with different creatures. We are all living with other creatures. They just do not know about it yet. No one knows, aside from the people like us who are different from them and the real people who can tell who we are.

Jackson squinted at the name tag, “Paul Smith?” Paul Smith’s face slowly drained of color. “Of course, sir. I’m sorry, sir. These are fighter wolves. These particular four are fairly well known and there has been plenty of talk about them. You’ll notice their arms are not only shackled behind their backs, but their hands have been enclosed as well. The blindfolds are customary for our fighter wolves that come through this market. We keep them covered to hide their scars. We don’t want people to be disgusted by the sight of those scars and leave without purchasing their own wolf, after all.” He let out an uncomfortable chuckle. “Are you looking to get started in the fights?” “Maybe I am.” He

TRIGGER WARNINGS This story contains elements that may be sensitive to some readers. This includes gore, graphic sexual tension, murder, language, angst, death, and a steamy romance you may have to take a cold shower after reading. Nothing in this story is based on reality and has been created for entertainment purposes only. With that in mind, keep your mental health a priority and enjoy this emotional, spicy werewolf romance... Elodie's POV

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him. Right now. I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him. In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night. The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant. Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with. He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away. The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

Sarah Wu** I d******d the P*F. Start reading. It's dense. Full of medical terminology I barely understand. But the basic premise is clear. The Corvus Mutation affects specific genetic markers in werewolf DNA. Type A suppresses the wolf. Type B damages the body while leaving the wolf intact. But there's a section on potential treatments that makes me sit up straight. *Theoretical approach: Introduction of compatible genetic material from non-carrier bloodline could potentially stabilize or reverse mutation expression. Similar to bone marrow transplantation in human genetic blood disorders, introduction of "clean" genetic material might allow the body to repair mutated cells.*

Reed mutters in between bites of his cupcake. “You sound like you hate it, but you seem to be having a field day stealing all the samples,” I retort, cocking a brow. “It is the best way to keep me from getting sick from the smell of flowers,” he replies, then sneezes into his sleeve. Oh, yeah. Werewolves have sharper senses than humans, especially their sense of smell. That is why my mom only keeps a small selection of flowers in the house and only enjoys them in moderation. Although this wedding calls for a rare exception. She is definitely putting up with more blooms than she would normally allow.

I furrowed my brows, still weirded out by the sudden question. “Well, it is mostly for hunting like aconitum, artemisia, lupine-” “Lupine,” she replied in an instant. “How is that supposed to be the answer?” Both Alarick and I asked. “Lupine is poisonous to werewolves. Once a hunter puts some of it in his spear and you get wounded by it.” I nodded at what she said. That is what I do all the time. “But it can prevent you from turning into a werewolf when it is directly ingested.” My eyes widened at what she said.