Werewolf Underworld Novels & Stories

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

As they were all werewolves, it was their nature to be dominant and animalistic. They were fighting to take control. As Elsa’s gaze slid sideway for a second, she saw as a group of woman had pinned down a lone wolf and were assaulting her the same way that they were assaulting Maya. The woman underneath them was struggling and snapping at them like an animal but her strength was nothing compared to the group of women that had overpowered her and were now feasting on her body. Elsa’s gaze went back to her new discovery. Her thumb slid down to that hole. She pinched Maya’s clit and then her index finger slid down to that tiny hole. She massaged the tiny pee hole softly.

Fucking cats in heat, he whispers something into her and signaled his boys. Alex nods at them as they leave the room until it was just the two of them left. “Tell me about Luna Puer wolves and their Alpha.” Recognition flashed in Grey’s eyes, “One word. Crazies. I have to keep an eye on them because they were making a ruckus in the underworld because of their illegal transactions but I can never catch them they’re slick as fuck and very adaptable.” Alex nods and leans forwards, resting his elbows into his knees, “The thing is, we found a carcass in our soil.”

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

“The entire Pack firmly believes she’s involved with those Darklings. We can’t make any reckless move and draw their suspicions on us- Don’t forget her family is still under house arrest so...” I lose track of the rest of the things he says, the mention of that unsettling word threatening to unleash my anger as I zip back to the forest. ‘Daklings?’ Those degenerates are what the Werewolves would call a Rogue, while we refer to them as Rejects. They’re beings of the underworld and not surface-dwellers as we’ve adapted over the centuries.

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.

That day he became a werewolf. Little did he know that his new-found power would not shield him from the troubles to come, rather they would put him at the center of everything. The Idols knew that a war was coming unlike any war that had ever been fought. Hence, they created an army unlike any army that had ever been created: Strength- the iron werewolf… Chapter 4. 40 YEARS AGO. Samson came into the Loveland kingdom from the northern nomadic tribes. He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge.

First about the Stratovskys then now this seal. "I have to get out," I muttered to myself. "Soon. Either way." Tomorrow I will try to escape, I know I will fail but at least I have to reach the stairs behind that metal door. If I wanted to get out of here, I had to know how far this bunker was from out there. Werewolves live side by side with humans even though they do hide their true identity. Just as the territory of the Pack NightWalker includes two forests and a small town, the Pack Basilisk is more or less the same.

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.