Werewolf Smut Stories Novels & Stories

The fate of the werewolves and vampires hung in the balance once more, their futures entwined in a web of love, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of power. As the final act of the Beta's treacherous plan began to unfold, the Werewolf kingdom was thrown into chaos. Outside the kingdom walls, a false alarm was created, luring Prince Amareux away on a mission to resolve the supposed threat. It was the perfect diversion, allowing the Beta and his cohorts to capture Arayah, their poisoned prey.

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.

"Yes, Mr Sheriff. The male's name is Francis Smith while the female is Kristine Smith. They're married with an eight-year-old kid. The cause of death was suffocation when there were hand marks on their necks and a metal tube being stabbed right through their hearts." I felt pity for the kid and worried about who he will become at the same time. The kid will become a werewolf orphan at a young age. He will find life to be tough as he grows older, especially when no one will accept him once he could experience the taste of blood. That reminds me of Justine. Now that my wolf considered them both part of the family, I will do my best to find them as soon as possible. Even if it will cost me a lo

“When I searched the whole forest and didn’t find anything, I thought that Emilia must have lied. After taking random photos, I decided to return. I was about to reach the edge when this huge creature came running and knocked me down. It started to tear off my clothes and try to bit until another one arrived, making it run off. I think that’s the one you met, Emilia. It was merciful. I wondered if Leon had rushed to the forest after seeing the big bad wolf go there. “What I don’t understand is how it entered the building, how none of the workers saw it?” “I have no idea,” Emmett said. “I’m sorry I did not believe you when you said there was danger in the forest.” “Forget it, I might not have

"Think again, sunshine. It was real, and you know it." "Oh yeah? Then show me again." "Why the fuck would I do that? My ears are still ringing from the last time." Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped her foot. "Listen here, asshole. In the last little while, I've been kidnapped, drugged, almost raped, attacked by wolves, rescued and then kidnapped again, attacked, and brought to some faraway woods with killer squirrels by a perverted sex cult who thinks they're werewolves. I think I deserve a little understanding, so would it kill you to fucking show me your furry dog again?" She ended her speech on a holler.

I whispered, gripping his shirt. “No one cares, Sugar Plum,” he reassured me, lifting my chin with his hand. “This is acceptable to wolves. This is how mates act with each other.” I blew out a breath and nodded, then looked at the book in his hands. “What’s the big deal about this book?” I asked him. “This book,” he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.”

I remember begging him for a story when he came in to tuck me in almost every night. The book was filled with lots of short stories, all of them about werewolves. I flipped to my favorite one, Little Red Riding Hood. It was about a young she-wolf who was taking her grandmother some food goods. Her grandmother lived in the forest oddly enough, instead of a pack where the little girl lived. When she got to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door, a male-wolf answered the door. As soon as their eyes met, her wolf recognized him as her mate. It turned out that her grandmother had gotten hurt while out and the wolf had found her in distress, carried her home, and tended to her wound

“Poor girl, maybe she will be lucky to find true love here.” I leave the house, walk home and think about Laura while I am walking. While walking I suddenly feel someone come up behind me putting a pair of small arms around my waist. Turning around I see it is Camile, a she-wolf from the pack that I sometimes call. Camile is another she-wolf that was rejected by the wolf that the goddess mated her with. I know these she-wolves are with others from the pack as well, but as a wolf, we don’t catch the different diseases that humans often do. So if u are an unmated wolf, we don’t really care. “My king.” She says seductively

“Maybe, but I’ve heard you tell Kimi enough werewolf stories to know what you usually read, Rose.” I rolled my eyes at him and looked over to Kimia. She just shook her head smiling. “He’s not wrong, you know,” she said. I sighed. “You’re both against me! You don’t even read them!” “What’s there to read? ‘I locked eyes with him from across the room. The most magnificent man I have ever seen. His scent was so strong it made me drool. My wolf began jumping and calling him our mate.’ You have to admit, Rose, it’s a bit ridiculous.” Kamran put his arm around my slim shoulders and began playing with my black curls.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.