Novel & Cerita Wolves Romance Novels

Heavy chanting pounded in my eardrums, voices overlapping with one another until their words no longer made any sense. Hands both strong and soft snared my face, cradling it gently. Starburst eyes staring down at me cracked the horrible images in two, crushing the shards to dust. “Breathe, little wolf.” I traced his lips, memorizing their movements. The pull in my chest intensified, drawing me closer. One kiss, that was all I wanted. Instead of soft lips, I received a mouthful of fur. The massive wolf forced his way between us, huffing and puffing as he spun once, then twice, before flopping down in the very center of the bed. Azrael released a laugh that bordered on a groan.

“It won’t attack, but we should get going.” I remembered my mother telling me about the dead girl they’d found in the reserve. “How do you know that it won’t attack?” “Wolves don’t attack when they’re by themselves. They’re a pack animal. It’s probably just as nervous to see us as we are to see it. I doubt many people use that trail.” “How do you know so much about wolves?” She looked at me and smiled. “I’ve moved in with a bunch of men who grew up in the country. I listen.”

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

Sera's rust-colored wolf hits the ground running. The rabid wolves attack without strategy, all feral hunger and snapping jaws. Dante takes the lead, his alpha wolf massive and deadly. He catches the first attacker mid-leap, crushing its spine with one powerful bite. Sera darts left, using her smaller size to her advantage. She slides under a lunging wolf and comes up behind it, hamstringing it with precise efficiency. The creature goes down screaming. But there are too many.

Unfortunately, Toby already has a girlfriend and a deep, dark secret that Violet can never know about. ________________________________________________________________________ IMPORTANT: For anyone who has come over from the platform D****e (where I write under the username VampireWhore), This is the long-awaited rewrite of my books ''Protecting Ellie'' and its sequel, ''Us Against the World''. These books were written years ago so any resemblances with any other werewolf book on this platform are just coincidental. I have also decided to enter it into the new werewolf contest! Wish me luck! Chapter one coming soon!!!

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

The words were barely audible, but his golden eyes blazed with understanding. “I do,” he murmured, lips brushing against her temple in a fleeting, forbidden spark. “And I… can’t resist it.” Heat pooled dangerously low, the pull between them growing unbearable. The forest seemed to pulse in tandem with their desires, leaves trembling, roots quivering as if acknowledging the fire coiled in the two of them. Suddenly, the shadow revealed itself a massive, ethereal wolf, translucent and brimming with dark energy. Its eyes were hollow, yet burning, teeth sharp as the edge of obsidian. It moved with unnatural grace, stalking them, aware of their every motion.

“I just had to sneak out because it’s a full moon and I didn’t want anybody to know that I didn’t have a wolf.” “Ohhh.” She muttered under her breath. “But you told me you found your true mate, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “So he didn’t figure out that you were wolfless? How did your wolves sense each other?” She asked, lowering her voice. I blinked at her question, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t…. I don’t know.” I replied, confusion creeping into my tone. “I just felt it. I don’t know how. But I know that he's my true mate. One can’t deny the connection.”

The tension in Nightveil crackled like lightning in a clouded sky. Since their arrival, the presence of Veyra's other mates had left the pack on edge—five powerful wolves under one roof, and not one of them willing to step aside. But tonight, the line between restraint and rage was finally crossed.

Any wolf from the Aguilera family would only start physically aging at the ripe age of 435. Roman His eyes dart in every direction. His eyebrows furrow. Disgust sits at the bottom of the Alpha’s stomach as he stares at her. She's a disappointment. She hasn't even transformed. She stands in the middle of the field staring at who would be presumed the humans she was supposed to kill. There were tears in her eyes. The biggest weakness that a wolf could ever show. It slices Roman’s heart in half to feel their connection. She glances in his direction for a split second. And it is here, that staring into her eyes makes Alpha Roman realize that she is the woman the moon goddess intended for him.