Wyatt The Werewolf Novels & Stories

They were begging him to submit, and let the Alpha have his way with him. Wyatt growled as he broke the kiss, trailing his mouth along Darien's jaw before latching onto his neck, sucking, kissing, and nipping until he found his mark. The alpha latched on to his mark, and Darien's back arched as he cried out. His nails dug into his Alpha's back as his hips bucked, searching for friction which he found against Wyatt's hard length. “Smell…So…Good!...I… want to devour you,” Wyatt's voice was much deeper than it normally is. It was the voice of his wolf, and it sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine.

Thiery replied. "What is that?" I asked, confused. "I'll tell you about that slowly, love," Thiery said. "For now, I just want you to accept this other side of me." "You haven't answered my question," I said, raising my eyebrows in curiosity. "Is Jacob Black real? Or is Taylor Lautner also a werewolf?" Thierry smiled. "No. Jacob Black is just a figment of the director's imagination, but Taylor Lautner, I suppose he could be a werewolf too, but I've never met him."

he said, not through his voice, but through some kind of telepathy that he didn’t know he could use until now. Nico knew that he should get his friend off him. But how could he not struggle when he was also secretly enjoying the strong rhythm of the heartbeat closest to him? Goodness, if he let himself get horny, he would have rolled his eyes back in pleasure right now. But no, this was his friend, not some mindless thrall that he could play with as he pleased. “Hey man, stop it!” he said as he made an effort to push the man-wolf back. The werewolf was certainly stronger than him, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t do anything. “Get a hold of yourself!”

Everything started falling apart in Mark Ryder's life after he lost the court case in werewolf city to Drake Down and Rori Reeler who was now Rori Down. As far as he could remember, his loss was a sting in his buttocks that would never heal no matter the amount of treatment applied at the spot.

I know I've been guilty of that, and that was the reason my Council views me as nothing but trouble. When I entered the family room, I heard the sound system playing some thrashing rock music so I figured that either Tyler or Jason were present. Tyler is my Angel of Death. She carries out my death sentences. She and her boyfriend Jason used the guesthouse as their residence. It was huge and comfy and near to me. Because she sometimes babysat for my daughter and Paul is their pack leader, it was convenient having them so near. It's only been a year since she and Jason were kidnapped and infected with Lycanthrope blood. Now Paul, Jason, and Tyler are the only three werewolves known by our vamp

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Wyatt. The forest was silent. Some guards and I were taking a routine walk. The night before, it had rained and the forest was cold. Our paws were buried in the mud and our fur kept us warm. It very rarely rains in summer, but when it does, the wind blows strongly, water from the lagoon spills onto the shore, and the people in the pack get nervous. “The best is slow in coming,” Wren said in my head. He is my wolf. He is the one that allows me to transform and the one that makes me different from humans, because if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be a werewolf and none of this would exist.

"Really? That's great news! How did it happen?" Zayn quickly filled her in on the details of the arrest, and Scarlett nodded approvingly. "That's impressive work." Zayn then turned his attention to Viggo with a curious expression. "By the way, is Scarlett...?" Viggo finished Zayn's question with a nod. "Yes, she's a werewolf too." Scarlett raised her hands in mock shock. "Well, well, looks like the cat's out of the bag." Zayn grinned, feeling intrigued. "So, it's not just you two?"

I hoped that my eyes were playing a serious prank on me I turned backwards and there was no longer a dog, but a man, I tripped and fell to the ground, while he stood just at my foot, and stared deeply into my eyes I stared back at him, with a shaky body Fear was painted all over my face, when I realized that, he had same grey eyes as the dog, Oh no! He is the wolf! No, it can't be…werewolves aren't real' I said to myself 'They're Fictional, they aren't real'