Werewolf Tf Novels & Stories

Her body thrashed against his hands to get away but her every attempt was futile against his wolf. "Here." She heard his wolf's voice inside her head, "You love to tease me, my bitch? Now take what I give you. This is what you deserve. Now thrash against me more because it makes me much more hard. Scream until your throat dries but I will not stop until I am satisfied." She kept struggling to get free but Vishous’ wolf was stronger than any werewolf she had ever come across. His monster dick kept slamming inside her warmth continuously. Fucking her so hard that her body was colliding with the wall with a loud thumping voice.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

Thanks to Vampires, I didn't want to wait anymore to slaughter their throat. Not after knowing they were after my Dad, the Alpha of the pack. I had enough of their backstabbing behind my back. They all need to pay for this. I promise not to spare any one of them who dares to hurt my family and my pack. Wait for a few hours Luther Vincent, you are going to face your death. "Why the sudden change in plan? Wasn't the war was going to take place on Friday? We are not ready yet." One of the werewolves raised completely reasonable questions.

The werewolf let out another howl, and the members of the pack trembled in fear. Just then, Alpha Wade emerged from his tent. He was a large, imposing figure, and he looked directly at the werewolf. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice firm and steady. The werewolf simply snarled in response, and it took a step forward. The members of the pack braced themselves, knowing that a fight was about to begin. But Alpha Wade was not afraid, he was ready to protect his pack at all costs.

Third Person's POV The soldiers were werewolves from the Western Tribes. Ulrik had this gut feeling that the Western Tribes' wolves were out to get Velda. It probably had something to do with the shady treaty-signing at Bloodscar Border. He said he believed it, but deep down, he still had doubts. "Velda, come back!" Ulrik shouted, trying to chase after her. But he was stuck in the heat of battle, hacking and slashing, with no chance to even glance at Velda again.

“I guess they’ve already started, huh? And it’s only the first day. Then again, it’s to be expected.” I frowned. “Started what?” Tessa tilted her head. Her lips curved, but there was no humor in her smile. “The game,” she said. A breeze rustled the banners hanging from the stone posts. In the distance, the students looked like gods and monsters. “There’s a system,” she continued. “Every werewolf plays the game at Elite—whether they admit it or not. And there are only three ways to earn points: strength, intellect, and... sex.” I blinked, trying to process it. “Sex?”

I noticed a large black Alpha wolf but didn’t recognize him. ‘Alpha Maxwell’s wolf,’ Titan supplied. ‘The one beside him is Eli’s wolf.’ They weren’t required to come out and help, but I was thankful that they were here. Hopefully, we could end up minimizing both damage and casualties. We had highly trained warriors, but there had to be at least a hundred just from what I’d witnessed thus far. Anything was possible if that number was a lowball. Titan ripped another throat out. Another wolf jumped on his back before he could move away. Its claws sunk into Titan’s body as its teeth sank into his shoulder, ripping a chunk of flesh from him. Fuck! That was painful.

It was obvious that he wasn’t in a good mood, war was looming around the corner and he didn’t even know anything about the people that were threatening to attack. Herrick adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat and began. “Good day ladies and gentlemen,” he started and paused a little bit for the audience to respond. “The White Wolf is more than just a myth. Infact, it’s not a myth at all, it is very very real. They are a rare breed of werewolf, born with unmatched strength and abilities. Their power is said to rival even the strongest alphas in the werewolf world.” He paused for a few seconds again and allowed what he had just passed across to really digest into the audience.

A werewolf armed with a firearm stepped forward, his stance defensive. I climbed out of the vehicle, my voice steady and commanding. “I am Alpha Jack. A few days ago, I sent word to your Alpha that the Blue Lagoon Pack would be sending reinforcements to support your alliance.” The werewolf hesitated before fully stepping into the moonlight, revealing his battered form. One of his pant legs hung empty, and he leaned heavily on a cane while gripping his weapon with the other hand. His face was partially wrapped in gauze, while the exposed side was streaked with dried blood.

But no—each cry was different, desperate, raw. We turned a corner, and I saw the source. A werewolf—massive, silver-furred, twice the size of Kaid in wolf form was strapped to a tilted metal slab. A thick collar crackled with blue lightning around his neck. Every time he snarled or tried to move, electricity surged through his body. His fur singed. His claws scraped helplessly against the restraints. His eyes met mine—wild, terrified, begging. I swallowed hard. “Kira… what is this?”