To Keep - Yandere! Male Werewolf x Human Female - "Ssh," he crooned. His hand left her mouth to cup her cheek. "I haven't hurt you. I've made you feel good. Haven't I?" Another teary nod. "Be good for me, and it will stay that way." - Set in the not-at-all fleshed out Emergence Day/Magick Universe. It should end up being a two-parter. The next part should be a little more... extreme. Warnings/Triggers: 18+, NonCon Oral, NonCon Fingering

[Yandere male werewolf pack x reader] Your friend is a werewolf hunter. First, you never believed in the werewolf nonsense. But when he invites you for a hunt, you can't say no. But it goes horribly wrong, which results in you being kidnapped by them and holding hostage. They're all harsh and mean, but somehow they've got intrest in you and will do everything to claim you as theirs...

Copper eyes seem to always follow you, no matter where you went. It's been like this ever since you can remember. Living in the woods on your own was peaceful and tranquil, not a care in the world. You use to come there all the time when you were a little girl. Memories of your late grandmother still haunted you, but you cherish them. However, when discovering that you were not alone, your fate soon changes.

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ғ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Year : 1872 Village Name : Rudunki Country : Welkay Living in a small town, Y/n didn't have much stress on her hands. She was loved by most children in the village and adored by most adults in the village. She is in her prime age of 18, already the town's official baker. No one in this small town knew of the beastly rogue pack of werewolves that roamed the surrounding forests as all people were told to never step foot in them. Y/n, feeling adventurous, decided to go in searching for fresh fruits for a pastry that she had been working on. Unknown to her that her fate is lurking behind her. Unknown that her stress free life has now vanished into thin air, creating a new one within a split second, which isn't as pleasant. '' Finding his mate is all he ever wanted. At age 25, he's been waiting a crucially long time. So when he saw his mate, his human mate, you can bet your ass his wolf and him became very possessive. Eventually leading him into murder, tutoring others, and much more hideous things that Y/n was too pure for. Although it's weird how the safest spot she could ever be, was in the arms of the very monster whom had committed all of those hideous things. WARNINGS⚠️ -Violence -Murder -Sexual Content -Swearing -Extreme possessiveness -Gore [also, yes, the country is made up, deal with it]

[?. ???????! ???????? ? ?. ??????] a yandere story. Was this hunger or lust? The difference between the two so thin it was invisible to the human eye. A mystical being thought to not have existed interested in a human. It was strange to say the least. A wild lycanthrope, having abandoned his pack for a life of solitude & peace. Found an interest in a wanderer in his woods. What once was a hunger deep in his stomach, now a warm bubbling feeling in his chest. Was this lust? No, it was love. The beast had fallen prey. (Y/N) (L/N) had wondered into the wrong woods. And managed to catch the attention of something that would change her life forever. Stuck between the jaws of a lycanthrope, and cursed with something called 'love'. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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(y/n)= your name. (y/n) is a omega, the lowest rank in the werewolf tribe. She was once the alpha, but lost her position to a fight with the other tribe. She was disrespected and had you had to live alone, hunt alone, and that was how you got by each day. .................................................. You got noticed .... By.... ... Alpha.

She was everything I wanted,her e/c eyes,her h/l h/c hair,her s/c skin. Everything about her I loved. She looked even more beautiful with snow falling on her long eyelashes and hair,making it look like she has crystals in her hair. I always watched her. She was always on my eye. She singed, runned,sprint,even bath. I just saw her lovely silhouette and nothing else. Though maybe..I would like to see something..else. She was y/a and me 117 years old. Werewolves can like a surprising amount of years, and for me I was still in my teen years. I watched her intently. She was huffing,her breathing visible in the cold wind. Shivering she trudged on. Her blood red hood flapping harshly in the unforgiving icie wind. It was the only color in thr snow covered forest. I licked my lips and clawed at the tree I was up in,my pure white fur whipping. She wasbut i going to freeze to death but l couldent help her,it was agienst the rules of the pack. If I did save her I would be harshly punished. Then le