Werewolf Smut Novels & Stories

I woke up half dead. My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins... A nightmare? I felt tightness in my chest as I struggled to breathe. I shoved the werewolf book aside with was lying on my stomach. Mom was right. Reading all those werewolf stuff gave me a freaking nightmare. I wanted to get up but my whole body felt numb, tired and dead... I couldn't die from a nightmare, right? Like seriously. Dragging my whole I reached my bathroom somehow which felt like I have already walked a mile to reach here.

Before she knew it he was right there beside her as she felt a gush of wind. "I do." he whispered in her ears "But a vampire can have as many wives as he wants" "It is not the same for a werewolf." Nina returned back to him sharply "My mate cannot have another wife." Damon stared at her quietly for a while then he suddenly flashed a smile at her. "Watch your little mouth,Luna." his eyes turned red "I can rip your throat out any second.So go on...choose a dress." Nina didn't like any of them.

So the smell of a werewolf is individual for everyone. - In what sense? - For you, I smell like autumn, for someone else, a floral scent, for someone else, my smell may be unpleasant. Understand? Here you smell to me of young grass, a little mint and cucumber. - What? - She exclaimed in bewilderment and pulled away, - Cucumber? Martha, you... She just laughed.

Sam asked, a menacing smile stretching his lips as he saw Pascal. Pascal scoffed haughtily, "I don't care who sent you, you are going to take me to him right now." Sam laughed, "What makes you think I need to take orders from a rogue werewolf? No chance." Before he could finish his sentence, Pascal had clasped his neck and lifted him off the ground using one arm. His throat constricted and he felt his breath draining away, his body quickly losing all its strength. Gasping for air, Sam mustered enough energy to tap Pascal's hand, signalling for him to let go. He dropped harshly onto the ground, still trying to catch his breath. The sound of chirping birds and fluttering leaves filled the air

“I guess this is also a fatal plant to werewolves?” “Not really. It’s just to ward off werewolves because of its pungent smell.” Zeev said. “That’s Wormwood, the pungent-smelling silver gray wormwood.” Tyr added. “So, in short, werewolves hate the smell of it?” The two werewolves calmly nodded. But unknown to Zane, his classmates are already suffering from the smell of these plants. They are just good in schooling their expressions as they are so used to lecture the gammas about these things in the Alpha camp.

Werewolves are known to be savage beings, after all. Still, she found herself staring, completely transfixed, as the brown-haired werewolf dug the other's face to the dirt, her gaze on his smirk. No matter how much Proserpina was joked and teased to be an ‘asexual plant’ courtesy of William, she was still capable of acknowledging attractive beings especially when she sees one… and that particular werewolf does have a pleasant face in a roguish, boyish kind of way that somehow made her think of Eros in the height of his work, especially during June weddings. Or around his beloved Psyche–whichever works.

Eta Wolf Suzette said, trying to move away from her. ■■■■ Letharia Vulpina is also known as 'wolf lichen.' It is a neon-green moss that has been used to weaken werewolves for several days. As long as you can see it in the dark and keep away from it, the effects will wear off quickly. But if it is disturbed by sunlight or water, then it will grow even more violent. Rook Theia started laughing like crazy seeing her condition. Just at that moment, Eta Wolf Suzette sees King Denzell who is probably coming to see her.

He was laughing at me all the time, but by the Goddess, his words, his barely-there touch, his kisses had driven me out of my mind. Do lovers really do that? Do they kiss each other in that intimate way… down there? My skin feels very hot. I throw away the rug, suddenly very thirsty. I also need to use the privy. And repair the wall. I am very hungry as well. First things first. I get to my feet, carefully placing my injured leg on the floor. The rubble has turned the floor dusty. After I repair the wall, I’ll beautify the hut once again. As I head for the privy, I’m reminded of Aldrich’s warning from last night about Werewolves being on the prowl in these woods. Deciding to be careful, I us

If I look into his eyes, I will forget how he treated me and my pack. ‘you must be joking’ she stared at me dead in the eyes. ‘do you even know what is going to happen?’ her voice shrilled up. ‘no’. ‘shit’ she signed. ‘you see, when a werewolf goes into heat, she leaks pheromones so that her partner can mate, and these pheromones can only be smelt by her partner’ she spoke. ‘I know that’. That is the basic teaching that happens when everyone reaches high school.

"I smelt his scent... his Burning wood scent gives your werewolf scent a roasted hazelnut coffee smell and makes your vampire scent a dry froze midnight orchid smell.." I explain and he narrows his eyes indicating I needed to explain more than that, I groan at him giving him a summarised version.