Werewolves Romance Stories Novels & Stories

“The bond wouldn’t have been as strong for your gran because they never mated. I’m not saying it would have been easy, but it would have been easier to deal with and manage” “George was the love of my life. Yes, I loved your gramps, but it was a different kind of love. We we’re torn apart therefore we never got the chance to form our bond”. “How did you find out about werewolves?”. “He told me”. She smiled. “You didn’t freak out?”. I frowned. She shook her head. “There’s always been rumours and old wife’s tales about werewolves being real and sighted here in town. The first thing I asked him to do was show me and he did”.

When I was very young, I remember my late mother crying and cursing Silas Sterling for almost taking my father's life. Even though we are "aggressive" werewolves, over the years the tensions between both packs gradually decreased. Through conversations and promises, peace was finally reached between the Ironhowl and Grayfang packs, a long-awaited truce that would be celebrated in Seattle, at a party my father organized in one of my pack's mansions, the most anticipated event among Washington's werewolves. It was thanks to that gathering that I met the werewolf who makes me die with desire, Silas Sterling.

“Without you, I thought…” “I know. I felt it too.” I press my lips to her hair. “I’m sorry.” “It doesn’t matter now. We’re together.” We walk through the gardens, and I tell her what comes next — weekend visits, Silver Ridge, and after two years, a proper mating ceremony in front of both packs. “I want pups,” she says suddenly. “Someday.” My wolf howls. “More than okay.” She smiles. … The claiming ceremony is three nights later, under the full moon, on neutral ground.

My hands. "You're not from a big pack." "No, Luna. Small pack. Eastern mountains." "What happened to it?" "Destroyed. Rogues. I'm the only one left." Lie. Smooth. Practiced. I'd told it so many times it felt almost true. She nodded. Didn't care. "Previous experience?" "Worked for a pack elder for two years. Organized schedules. Managed visitors. Handled personal requests." Another lie. But a small one. I'd watched my mother do those things. I knew how.

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

“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

Chapter 5: The Shadow Within With each passing day, Emilia's bond with Ryder deepened, their love blossoming amidst the shadows of Ravenwood. But as they reveled in the fleeting moments of stolen passion, a dark cloud loomed on the horizon, threatening to shatter their fragile happiness. Emilia and Ryder's hunt as werewolves was exhilarating. They chased down prey under the moonlight, their senses heightened, their bond growing stronger. They could feel each other's thoughts, anticipate each other's moves. They were a team, a unit, a pack.

“You don’t understand. I can’t shift. Not now, not ever. I’ve tried. I’ve screamed to the moon for it. I’ve felt… nothing. Just silence.” Aria tilted her head slightly, studying me even more carefully. “That’s not true,” she said firmly. “You’re not wolf-less, Elena.” I scoffed, almost immediately. I didn't want to believe it. “You wouldn’t say that if you saw what I’ve seen. Felt what I’ve felt. I don't feel like I have a wolf in me.” “I don’t need to,” she replied. “I’m a healer wolf. I know the scent of a true werewolf. I’ve treated wolves who were broken, who had lost their wolves after trauma, even death. And I know the scent of one who never had a wolf at all.”

she would say, despite the fact that she was only three years older than I was. “What’s in it?” I would ask, persisting. “Werewolves are romantic creatures,” Mathilda would tell me. “Their stories are full of lust and love and things you’re too young to know about now.” My cheeks heated as I thought back to Xavier. To his mouth, hot and hungry against mine. They certainly were lustful creatures. But I still wished I’d had a chance to read those novels.

He immediately tugged me around his arms and kissed me. It was like a dream for us. Never knew my life could be this adventurous like a story I have read in Dad's library. Life with various challenges and twists I faced made me strong enough to know myself and fight for my love. Even after a decade, we are still together with our pretty girl and handsome boy. As we dreamed of, we had our separate world where he and I were together with our baby boy and girl, half-wolf and half-vampire. Thanks to Dad and Karien, there was no conflict and crisis among vampires and werewolves. The contract had been made, a blood contract, not to harm each other in the Blackwood and GoldenWood forest.