Werewolf Smut Stories Novels & Stories

The softness in his voice as he finally spoke did something to my heart. “Whenever a particularly brave or selfless wolf met their end, Lunette would sometimes find them and offer them a second chance. Before Sephtis could get his hands on them, she’d capture their soul and strengthen their body. They wouldn’t age or fall sick, but they could be killed in battle.” A small smile played at his lips. “She’d even take their mates when it was their time, but my favorite were the children. Any time a child, be it wolf, lycan or mage, died too soon, she’d find them. Once—a very long time ago—I enjoyed training them. These wolves lived in the Lunar district in the city of Dusk and Dawn, a place Lune

My heart was pounding as I raced through the woods, my wolf forms agile and swift. I had received a message from an anonymous source, warning me that the rival werewolf pack was planning an attack on Silverwood that night. I rallied my pack and we set out to confront them, but as we arrived at the clearing, I froze.

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

It's a sign that you want to see me. - I like talking to you and learning things from you. Like how to kiss. Lucifron smiled, but he had a different plan for that day, now that he knew it wasn't a dream. - Do you like stories? – Lucifron asks. - I don't know. I do not remember. - Do you want to hear one? - What's the story about? – Gary asks, again. - About a werewolf and his mate. - What is a werewolf? – asks Gary curiously.

I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 4. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: a. GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

The werewolf myths were really good as bed time stories, a little dive into the origin of their history and cultures was not a bad idea but there were not needed at this time or so he thought, “You have anything to say Liam?” Liam Fenir brought out a keen smile as he rose to his feet “Wolves of the Northern coast, I strongly believe that it will be in our best interests, if we focus on other things than listening to cavemen stories that could be found in books. “

“Last night Edin dragged me when he was going to save me. That's what made me think it was going to eat me.” “He was indeed too excited. I told him to save you carefully. And it said that it was impossible because the situation was too urgent.” "It's not a lie. Last night I saw a werewolf have five wolves. Isn't that weird?" "Not at all. Some of us kill others to steal their wolves. It will make him strong but it is a great sin. We are indeed not divine beings who worship like the priests, but stealing another's wolf spirit is an abomination.” Suddenly Mrs. Smith came and brought a box of medicines. She handed it to him and continued to grumble. “I asked you to stay well rested, sir! But you

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

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