Wolf Vore Novels & Stories

The details of the lines left behind tell a story of an excruciating battle. ‘Scars?’ I ask Ness. ‘They must be from another alpha. The alpha is the only wolf that can inflict the type of injury that would leave a scar.’ I scan the rest of him, noting the large and thick cock growing between a pair of thighs containing more defined muscle than I have ever seen. I look back to his eyes and quirk my eyebrow at him, signaling that I didn’t miss what was happening. He doesn’t shy away though; his eyes just burn a deeper green. “Not much I can do about that. You’re standing there looking at it. It kind of has a mind of its own. “

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

I heard cries from the guys, which means they have already coped with their task. “An old shabby wolf and a young she-wolf,” a mocking voice of the owner was heard. The paws standing on the ground began to freeze. PAWS, NOT LEGS! Yes, what is he? I growled and twitched to the side to stretch a little and throw off the obsession. Where is this bastard hiding? Soon I felt that Mikhail began to move around. Yes, stop! Are we fire wolves and are we freezing now? Rave! I bristled, and my fur was instantly covered with fire. The fog began to dissipate. Illusion! Vampires are empaths, even if I can't be commanded by force, illusion is different. Catching the scent of the vampire master, I rushed to

Only one wolf had fur as black as the night itself and orbs red as burning coal, Vulcan, Azriel's wolf. What was he doing here? How did he.... Her thoughts were interrupted when another vicious growl echoed in the air followed by the rogue's attack on Vulcan. Vulcan snarled in response and dodged the rogue by jumping to the side. The rogue let out another dark growl but before he could turn around, Vulcan tackled him to the ground. He gave him no time to recover and aimed at his neck. His sharp canine pierced into his throat and tore it off in the twinkling of an eye. Blood flew out like rain.

Certainly, Leo quickly returned to his professional mode, painting a serious expression on his face. "So… about the wolves…" He sighed nonchalantly. "There was a big war between vampires and werewolves at the end of the nineteenth century. The casualties were on both sides. Both sides claimed that they had won, but there was no winner. It was the time when the wolves had their king, one Alpha that was above everyone else, King Alpha Fenrir Erdogan. He formed a truce with our King Mael. The rules of the truce say that we cannot kill each other. Heavy punishment awaits those who kill other species, but, of course, there are exceptions. When the vampire crosses the wolves' territory, he might b

The black wolf jumped him, driving its teeth into his other arm, and throwing the red wolf to the side. The bones in my arm were broken but it was worth it. The red wolf was defeated. I saw the deathly gaze in the eyes of the black wolf but then I heard the sound of an arrow as it flew through the air. The black wolf growled, turning its gaze sharply and focusing it on something that was just above my head. I heard another, then another and I saw the shafts as the arrows embedded themselves into the wolf. Slicing through its silky fur. I looked above me to where the arrows seemed to be coming from and I spotted the neon red of about a dozen red robed vampires wielding bows and firing more ar

“What’s your point?” “Oh, just that they could literally kill each other,” he says sarcastically. “A vampire needs to drink the blood of his Fated to bond with them, and a wolf needs to claim their mate with a bite. Vampire blood kills wolves, while a wolf’s bite is fatal for a vampire. See where I’m going with this?”

That had never happened before because his wolf had never acted possessive over any woman. Valker struggled to keep his wolf under control while thrusting into her. The battle for control, her loud moans, and her wet tight pussy only made the struggle stronger. But the second his wolf spotted another mark on her body, rage exploded inside it and it marked her over the old mark. That snapped Valker out of his pleasure at once. He felt anger surge through him. Still, his wolf fought until it completed the mark above her breast and at the back of her neck, licking it to seal it out of eyesight.

Both wolves flew ten meters away, scattering several vampires in the process. As wolves, Roy and I engaged in a fierce battle, our bodies agilely entwined, teeth and claws clashing in the air, our deep and growling roars echoing around us. Occasionally, vampires attempted to sneak attack me; those not bitten by me were dispatched by Roy out of his desire to personally defeat me and then end my life.

Third Person's POV The Western Tribes' werewolves were overwhelming, but Velda fought fiercely. Her arms underwent wolf-shift, wolf hair-covered claws tore through leather wrist guards and elongated. Ten glinting nails left frosty trails in the air. Her vertical pupils shrank to arctic-crevice slits. A horizontal slash of her left claw shattered three warriors' shields. Glancing around, she saw more Western Tribes' wolves surging like a tide. These wolves hadn't joined the earlier battle but had lain in wait for her.