Wolf Vore Novels & Stories

Her body thrashed against his hands to get away but her every attempt was futile against his wolf. "Here." She heard his wolf's voice inside her head, "You love to tease me, my bitch? Now take what I give you. This is what you deserve. Now thrash against me more because it makes me much more hard. Scream until your throat dries but I will not stop until I am satisfied." She kept struggling to get free but Vishous’ wolf was stronger than any werewolf she had ever come across. His monster dick kept slamming inside her warmth continuously. Fucking her so hard that her body was colliding with the wall with a loud thumping voice.

He usually knocked like everyone else, but if Voss, of all people, broke that little rule, then it must be urgent. “What is it?” Rowan snapped, unable to keep his annoyance out of his voice. He knew already from the look on his Beta’s face that he wouldn’t like what Voss was about to say. Voss smacked some photographs on his desk. “Humans are killing werewolves,” he announced. “What?” Rowan snapped, standing from his chair and grasping the photographs, scowling at them. “They’re using advanced weapons.” It didn’t matter how advanced they were. They’d barely made a dent in them before.

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

“I can. And I am done asking permission.” High Alpha Vorrek moved at last. He shifted with terrifying speed, his form larger than any wolf Lunaria had ever seen, muscles corded with brute strength and authority. Wherever he stepped, Council wolves rallied, their discipline tightening like chains snapping into place. Kael felt him instantly. He’s coming for you, Kael warned. “I know,” Lunaria replied, unafraid. Vorrek tore through the battlefield, tossing wolves aside until he stood before her, blood staining his muzzle. His eyes burned with cold fury.

The wolf, seeing this, jumped in front of me, effectively blocking the vampire's path. The wolf's body was low to the ground, his blood-covered teeth bared as he snarled violently at the crimson-eyed creature. The vampire's wings went back threateningly, looking as though he was about to strike, but the wolf's ears went back as well and its eyes narrowed dangerously. The vampire glanced at the pile of ash that had been its companion and seemed to rethink its diet plan. It seemed that the creature didn't think that a fifteen-year-old girl was Worth getting his heart torn out by a very pissed-off wolf as it growled in frustration at its meal being ruined and Flitted off into the forest without

Grey wolves look similar to German shepherds, but the wolf has longer legs and bigger feet. She still remembers how mercilessly he was killed by the Czar pack when he refused to join the team. The Czar wolves are the worst...they are the carnivores of the modern world. And she will make sure to kill them all before the hybrid child borns. ___________________________________ "Travolta, dear. How are you?" Vlora stepped in the darkroom and switched on the light just to see the human was laid sick. Debrah was with her, too.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

“Say it.” “Say what?” he asked, still trying to come to terms with her accusations. Anger still edged her voice. “You came here with more bad news didn’t you?” Lochlan straightened. “There is one pack.” “Werewolf or vampire?” “Werewolf. As I told you already, werewolves don’t run informal packs. Vampires create massive colonies they call hives where they live together, but werewolves are more nomads.” Lochlan stepped closer to the desk. “The biggest pack of werewolves belongs to Sven.”

Cerridwen tried to explain, tried to pull back away from the terrified youngsters, but Melody was beyond her reach, her beautiful golden eyes turned blood red as she bared her fangs that now dripped with her venom. Her golden coat was covered in their blood, her ears lay flat against her head and her powerful back legs tensed as she prepared to finish them off. Loki knew what he had to do, Melody was going to kill the youngsters and he had to stop her, mind-linking Othello he said

Simon flipped the page. “Wolves developed the Howl Array—a sonic weapon that destabilized vampire neural networks. It caused disorientation, memory loss, even seizures. The vampires responded by creating suppression serums that disrupted bonding hormones and short-circuited Alpha scent recognition. It broke mating cycles. It unhinged heat. Entire wolf units lost their cohesion. And still, it escalated.”