Novel & Cerita Werewolf Beast Among Us

THIS IS A NOVEL WHERE YOU WILL FIND WEREWOLF AND CONTEMPORARY EROTIC SHORT STORIES (MOST WEREWOLF) FROM ALPHA TO OMEGA, SEXY STEPDADDY TO HORNY STEPBROTHERS, YOU'LL FIND THEM HERE. Hots for my Luna Derrick’s POV: “You’re mine now, Derrick.” She bit her lip, removing her hands from my cock only to position her pussy right where I wanted it. I looked down at my cock. It was hard as a rod. The luna hummed appreciatively, gripping the base with a hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips and lowered herself to me. “Wait—” The luna let out a growl and did not let me speak, as she sinks onto my cock. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkk,” My words are lodged back into my throat before I threw my head back, my hips jerking. She’s out of control. The luna moaned, running her fingers up my abs, feeling every pec as she started to bounce on my hard dick. “Derrick!” She moaned and I looked at her from where she was bouncing up and down on my cock. All reason immediately flies out of the window as the insane pleasure starts to build, and I gripped her hips. “Shit… Luna!” My voice came out husky, caught between a groan and a plea. I wanted to slow her down. I needed to. But I couldn't find the strength to stop her. I could see in her eyes that she wanted this just as much as I do. She’s my luna, and I’m her beta. I’m supposed to protect her, not fuck her brains out as she rides my dick in total abandon!

Freya thought she had lost everything when her mate cast her aside and destroyed her world. Rescued by the ruthless Beast King, Zaynx, she finds herself caught in a dangerous bargain: help him secure power, and in return, he’ll help her get revenge on those who wronged her. But nothing is simple in the world of wolves and monsters. Their bond was meant to be only in name—ignites a primal connection neither can deny. Secrets and old wounds fester, and enemies close in from every side. As Freya carves out her place in a kingdom that wants her broken, she must decide if vengeance is worth the cost of her heart. In a world of power plays and deadly secrets, love might be the most dangerous game of all.

I was an omega who lost my parents at a young age. The Alpha of my pack adopted me, but little did I know that Kael, my stepbrother and the true blood heir to the throne, was also my mate. However, when the moon goddess chose me as the crown Alpha of our pack, Kael's desire for power consumed him, and he plotted to kill me. I was forced to flee for my life into the human world, where I trained to become a medical doctor. Ironically, my profession came in handy when I stumbled upon a wounded wolf in the woods. I saved his life, only to discover that he was a Lycan king and, surprisingly, my second chance mate. Our union led us to Isolde, a sorcerer who was also a caretaker to female and child slaves in the werewolf slave trade coven. There, I found out that Isolde was also my female mate, making me realize I was a lesbian. But my life was far from simple. Kael was still trying to kill me, Rolan's wicked uncle was plotting against us to take the throne from Rolan, and to make matters worse, Isolde betrayed me when I needed her the most. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I learned that my adopted father, the only family I had left, was dead. I was truly alone, and survival in this wicked political world seemed like an impossible task.

Born of royalty, yet feeling like an outsider, Aria has never truly belonged—especially as the only werewolf child of the powerful Lycan King Jensen and the legendary hybrid Rosalee. With bright blue eyes that mark her as different, Aria finds fleeting freedom in the human world, sneaking out with her best friend to escape the expectations that weigh her down. Griffin, a brooding Lycan with a dark past, has been raised in the shadow of betrayal. Haunted by the legacy of his father's crimes and consumed by a thirst for justice, he watches Aria with a plan for revenge—until fate intervenes and binds them in a way neither of them could have expected. Thrown together by destiny, torn apart by pride, and tested by secrets that could change everything, Aria and Griffin must navigate a fragile balance of love, loyalty, and legacy. As tensions rise between Lycans and werewolves, their bond could be the key to peace—or the spark that ignites a devastating war.

A werewolf. A seer. A vampire. Aurora Wane thought she was just another high school junior with a painful past, until two strangers walked into her life and shattered everything she thought she knew. One is a brooding vampire with ice in his veins and secrets that bleed from his eyes. The other, a charming Australian werewolf with a gaze that makes her heart race and her soul ache. Both claim she's theirs. Both are right. But Aurora isn't just a girl caught between two powerful creatures. She's the last of her kind - a Seer born to rewrite destiny. As forgotten memories resurface and ancient enemies close in, Aurora must unravel the truth about who she is and what she’s meant to become. Torn between love, betrayal, and the haunting legacy of her parents’ deaths, Aurora’s world spirals when she discovers her bond isn’t just split between two, it’s fractured across time itself. An imprisoned soul calls to her in dreams, promising answers... and a new kind of power. Now, with war looming and the supernatural council watching her every move, Aurora must choose: surrender to fate, or rise and change it. Three mates. One girl. A war that could end them all. This is not the story of a girl finding love. It’s the story of a Seer reclaiming her throne.

Briella Hart has spent her entire life fading into the background. The quiet girl with an alcoholic mother and an absentee father who ditched them years ago without a backwards glance. Gossip and mockery follow her wherever she goes. She learns early on that dreams do not come true for people like her. Especially not the dream that she has secretly carried for years. Ryder Landon is untouchable, powerful, and everything that she can never have. The Alpha heir to the Crescent Moon pack, everyone either wants to be him or be with him. He is known. But beneath the hardened exterior, he’s a guy who feels everything too deeply. The weight of leadership, fear of failure, and constantly needing to balance what his pack needs with what his heart wants. Then one devastating night at the Full Moon Festival changes everything. Humiliated and heartbroken, Briella disappears without a trace, leaving behind only a note echoing Ryder’s cruelest words—and a secret that could destroy them both. For five long years, Ryder searched for Briella, but the trail always turned cold. When their paths cross again, she is different. No longer the timid girl who moved about unnoticed. Quickly, Ryder realizes three things. One, his heart still belongs to her despite the distance. Two, there is a little boy named Liam who has her hair and his eyes. Three, someone wants her dead. Now, with enemies closing in and someone determined to see Briella dead, Ryder realizes he is running out of time. Because losing her once nearly destroyed him. He will not survive losing his family twice.

Selene Wyndham falls in love with the merman, Zirion, at first sight. Despite the gossip and criticism, she rescues him from the beast pit. Although he's indifferent toward her, she never complains. She merely wishes that he never again suffers pain and hardship. She even vows to protect him for a lifetime. This goes on until the day he personally sends her into the beast pit, where she's torn apart and killed by a savage beast. Only then does Selene realize that from the very beginning, everything has been an elaborate scheme set by her younger sister, Vanessa Wyndham, to become the head of the family. And Zirion was Vanessa's very first pawn to set her plan in motion. "How does it feel to be sent into the beast pit by the very man you love, Selene?" As a set of sharp teeth pierce through her body, Selene's consciousness fades away. When she opens her eyes again, she has returned to the moment when she rescues Zirion from the beast pit. This time, Selene drives Zirion away and saves a young wolfman instead. She then makes him her personal guard. One day, the rain is pouring heavily when the once lofty and proud Zirion kneels at Selene's feet, ignoring the mud and filth on him. He digs out a scale from his body and begs in a sorrowful voice for her to spare him another glance.

In the city of Veylor, the town was divided by fear and power. On one side stood the hunters, led by Garrick Liason, the man whose name was whispered with deep respect and fear. He had built his life on the blood of wolves, his weapons, and the strong belief that werewolves were monsters to be eradicated. His daughter, Irvine, had always walked at his side, she was outwardly obedient but inwardly she was restless. She hated the violence, the endless cycle of chase and kill, yet she bore the weight of his legacy because she knew nothing else except this life. And to her, she was fully human, fragile, breakable, and destined only to hunt. What she did not know was that half of her blood told a different story. Her mother had been a werewolf, carrying a secret that even Garrick had not known. But the truth could not be hidden forever. Far beyond the city walls, Jeweled Golin carried wounds of his own. He was supposed to be a proud Alpha, but he had been rejected by his pack, stripped of his birthright, and cast into the forest. He was scarred but unbroken, he roamed as a lone wolf, dangerous, untamed, yet strangely powerful. His presence woke something primal in all those who crossed his path, and when Irvine met his eyes for the first time, she felt her world shift. The lies of her life began to unravel when she started getting hints of her power. And that she, daughter of the hunter, was also the daughter of the hunted.

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.