Wolf Romance Novels & Stories

“It’s a part of this lifestyle honey. When an Alpha’s child is born a massive celebration happens. Packs from all over visit” “A bit like the mating ceremony then?”. Taking a sip of my coffee I couldn’t help but look for Rocco’s sister. She had found a job fast. “You know that girl?”. She asked. “No”. I shook my head. “Shouldn’t you know her considering she’s a wolf?”. How did she know? “A trait you will pick up once you mate”. She smirked. “Who is she?”. “One of the rogue wolfs”. I whispered. “I thought she smelled different”. As she sipped her coffee I frowned. Why wasn’t she worried? My phone started to vibrate on the table, Jake’s name flashing on the screen.

Rex growled and walked towards him. "You are an insolent little whelp, with no respect, and a very small brain." the wolf cursed at the human who calmly and steadily walked toward him. Rex's eyes burned red, and a dense, red smoke rose from each footstep he took. "I never taught you that. Red auras belong to," his wolf was cut off as a tendril of red smoke curled up his front legs, binding him to the spot.

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

Its crimson eyes never left him. Then Alvar felt it. A final pulse through the bond. Not words. Not thoughts. Only raw instinct. Hunger. Possession. Need. The emotions hit him so hard that he couldn't breathe. The Mad Wolf recognized him. Not as an enemy. Not as prey. As its mate. And somehow that realization made everything worse because the creature no longer looked confused. It no longer looked frightened. It looked certain. The muscles beneath its blood-soaked fur tightened. Its claws tore into the earth.

Zafira Nightvale POV "The first female wolf did what her rogue tail shouldn't have done, the second female wolf marched right where her paws shouldn't have stepped, and the third female wolf my golden eyes have never even looked at inside this territory!" Vickon Blackwynd growls real low to my face, his big chest moving up and down against the furs. "The very first female wolf who tried to claim my mating bond had bad thoughts in her brain because the Darkmere Crossing pack paid her pouch to steal our map secrets, but my claws caught her before she could touch the pack letters."

Julian tilted his head curiously to the side," like earth and vanilla? That's what the wolves say we smell like. I think we just smell sweet." I shook my head," no. You do smell like that, yeah - but there's something more. Roses. It's how I know where you are amongst everybody else." Julian laughed in amusement and gave my forehead a kiss. I shivered beneath the cold touch. He always gave such small gestures to show that he had love growing for me. We had marked before love, much like wolves do. Vampires did things the other way around. He never seemed to mind though. Maybe he felt the same way that I did? That no matter what he was one of my weaknesses, and I couldn't get him off my mind.

Tell her, Marcus thought, his chest tightening as he waited. “Oh yes. I find him fascinating.” She said, turning to look at him. “He is warm and brown. My favorite color. He is not my favorite species but… ” She shrugged. “He makes up for it, because he is extremely jealous, possessive, protective, and his temperament… I mean passion…I like the way he burns… with passion. It is inspiring.” His brothers tried to fight back their smiles, except for Saul. Zoila played along and chuckled. “He does look passionate,” she pretended not to understand the underlying meaning. “werewolf males are often passionate. It is what makes them special.”

Abused physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. His Wolf growled angrily within him. He didn't know this woman, yet his Wolf was eager to defend her. She couldn't be it, could she? Her eyes drifted up from her writing, finally meeting his. His Wolf howled as he moved closer to her. Her eyes widened as she jumped to her feet, clutching her notebook to her chest and went to make a break for it until his hand latched onto her wrist. Sparks flared upon contact, shooting up from his fingers and dispersed in all directions throughout his body. His jeans tightened around his crotch, and his breathing became shallow as his heart quickened. Mate.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

Will not work! “You know from somewhere,” I insisted, approaching the black wolf at arm’s length. "I'm not his father!" Mikhail snapped and tried to push me away from him. Surprised, I lost my balance and ran my nose into his chest. The smell of the male instantly responded with a corresponding reaction in the body, arousing interest in my she-wolf. - In short, - "We must leave before Mikhail noticed anything" - the Fox will live with me ... for a while.