Werewolves Romance Novels & Stories

Until he can find a mate, he has to stay next to me or he could get killed. Werewolves are like animals, we think with our bodies first before our senses. We are primitive and very aggressive. Rex is unlike any werewolf I know. He is quiet, smart and never angry. He is the one that can help me right now. I hit his door loudly, knowing he wouldn't be in the meeting. Omegas aren't allowed in meetings. They are treated as less than, not equals.

“I am not scared of death. Living with the pack, I have seen more people die than any of the doctors in the world. Why do you think my parents sent me this far to study? Living in the pack might bring unity, but it also lures enemies.” At least you have a pack. “Anyway, let’s leave this serious topic aside and go back to the talk most important at hand. Liam.” “I don’t understand you Zay, we are werewolves. We don’t love, we mate. It’s destined for us. So it’s completely useless for one to try and be in a relationship with someone and not end up being each other’s mate. It waste of all the feelings you invest in that person. You are writing your own story of a tragic and heartbreaking ending

Katie Clyde furrowed her eyebrows, she knew werewolves usually have mates that they are bonded to, she have read novels and watched movies about it. She hesitated before asking "who is your second chance mate?" Pascal looked at Katie Clyde fondly, before opening his mouth to respond.

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'

What. "What I've got to tell you. You have to know that I would never hurt you or your daughter. Both of you are very important to me and my family." Zane rushed out, looking at Jasmine intently, pleading for her to understand. Jasmine didn't know if she was crazy or that her instinct told her to listen, but she stayed rooted to her spot, wondering where this was going... Taking Jasmine's silence as confirmation to carry on and grateful that she hadn't distanced herself from him, taking a deep calming breath, he rushed out, "I'm a werewolf...!"

With a brutal swipe of its claws, the larger wolf sent the rogue sprawling across the ground, its body leaving a trail of blood. The rogue scrambled to get up, but the larger wolf was relentless, delivering a crushing blow that sent the rogue skidding backward. The rogue’s growls turned into whimpers, its body trembling in fear as it attempted to retreat. With one last defiant snarl, the rogue wolf turned and bolted, disappearing into the shadows from which it had come. Lily's eyes widened in disbelief as the wolf's form began to shrink, its powerful limbs retracting. She stepped back slightly, feeling the earth beneath her feet as the wolf shrank, revealing not just a man, but someone she k

He sighed inwards and left. It had been weeks, and Mitchel had fallen deeply in love with Jason. She had tried everything to make him realize but nothing. Other males in the pack hated Jason for it. Mitchel was their gamma. A powerful she-wolf. She was beautiful and a great warrior. Many would've done everything or have done everything to win her affection, but none succeeded. Now, this guy appears, and she falls in love with him. In return, he doesn't care. He ignores her and treats her like dirt. He didn't even place her in his eyes.

She looked like a goddess, and she knew it. Lola, Jemma, and Alec were already down by the water, shrieking every time the waves caught their ankles. Thorne squealed, trying to leap from my arms to join the chaos. “Not yet, buddy,” I laughed, adjusting him on my hip. That’s when I saw him. Roman. Walking down the boardwalk in swim trunks, a beach bag over one shoulder, and his mate. A tall, beautiful werewolf named Tessa holding his hand. She handed him sunscreen to rub on her back, and he did it immediately, without complaint.

The deep-seated longing for a partner, influenced by my werewolf bloodline, was becoming increasingly intense. Russell's gaze swept over me, and I could feel a ripple in his heart. Then, he gently held the back of my head, slightly tilted his head, and kissed my lips. At the moment our lips touched, I felt as if a current had passed through my entire body from the point of contact. It was a unique emotional blending between werewolves, as if our souls were fitting more closely together at that moment. Russell's movements were a bit awkward, just lightly pecking, and even his teeth accidentally bumped into mine, which made me laugh.