Howling Moon Series by Brandy Corvin

When Tyler learns that vampires destroyed his family, he resolves to join the pack in the werewolf-vampire war. But after his mentor, Professor Wolfenstein, explains that to do so, Tyler has to mate with a werewolf, he must decided how far he's willing to go for vengeance… and maybe even love?An MM (W/M) story.[WARNING: This 4000 word story contains explicit sex, gay sex, anal sex, oral sex and sex with a werewolf.]Excerpt:"Alright, I have a confession to make... moreWhen Tyler learns that vampires destroyed his family, he resolves to join the pack in the werewolf-vampire war. But after his mentor, Professor Wolfenstein, explains that to do so, Tyler has to mate with a werewolf, he must decided how far he's willing to go for vengeance… and maybe even love?An MM (W/M) story.[WARNING: This 4000 word story contains explicit sex, gay sex, anal sex, oral sex and sex with a werewolf.]Excerpt:"Alright, I have a confession to make." he sighed at last, "I'm Professor Wolfenstein PhD (Occult and Supernatural studies). But I'm also a werewolf. My pack's been in this decades-long fight against vampires ever since I could remember and my way of contributing to the war effort is to gather up as much information on the enemy as possible."He stepped forward towards me. Some fur had already begun to appear on his skin.My heart was resolute. If what the professor said was true, then it should have been vampires that I was after all along, and becoming a werewolf would place be in the best position to get revenge."How do I become a werewolf?" I asked firmly."There is only one way," Professor Wolfenstein replied as his voice got deeper and deeper, "you must mate with a werewolf."What? Mate with one?"Even a werewolf like you?""Yes. Are you sure you want to do this?"All my life I have lived for one and only one purpose: Vengeance."Yeah, I want to become a werewolf.""AROOOO!" the majestic beast stood in the lab before me. His furry, muscular body was a slight to behold, sending chills down my spine but stirring my loins in arousal.Its pale yellow eyes were full of energy, looking at me with the fire of lust. Now that this misunderstanding was cleared up, my chest felt lighter. I was finally free with the truth presented before me. It was the vampires, not the werewolves I should have hated the whole time!I felt no more fear in me as I stepped forward, stroking Professor Wolfenstein's canine jaw line. It was so solid, so… arousing. He was my role model as a human, and now as a werewolf, he would become my lover. less

This is Part 2 of the Howling Moon series and the sequel to Professor Wolfenstein's Lycan Lust. After absorbing Professor Wolfenstein's werewolf seed, Tyler feels faster, stronger, and more bloodthirsty. But he's not a full werewolf yet! To fully turn and join the Professor's pack, he must undergo their initiation. Meeting the pack in the forest on a full moon night, Tyler finds out just how hungry werewolves can get for ass! An MMMMM/m story... moreThis is Part 2 of the Howling Moon series and the sequel to Professor Wolfenstein's Lycan Lust. After absorbing Professor Wolfenstein's werewolf seed, Tyler feels faster, stronger, and more bloodthirsty. But he's not a full werewolf yet! To fully turn and join the Professor's pack, he must undergo their initiation. Meeting the pack in the forest on a full moon night, Tyler finds out just how hungry werewolves can get for ass! An MMMMM/m story. [WARNING: this story contains steamy werewolf sex, blowjobs, anal sex, domination, gangbangs and much, much more!] Excerpt: They approached and surrounded me. Their hoods shielded their faces from the moonlight and their robes protected the rest of their body. Who knew what lay beneath the cloth? "Are you, the pack?" I ventured. "Brothers, here's the initiate I spoke off," Professor Wolfenstein's voice rang out from under one of the hoods. Amazing. "Oh hey Professor," I called out, smiling. I couldn't tell whether he returned my gesture from under the hood. They circled me, stepping slowly. Coming close to me once in awhile, they brought their hoods up to me and took a sniff. I tried look in to see who it was underneath all the garments but I only found myself gazing into an infinite abyss. "He's ready to turn…" a gruff voice resounded from another hooded figure. "I agree," a low voice entered my ears this time. "Then, shall we begin the initiation?" Professor Wolfenstein asked. The hooded figures nodded in agreement. Adrenaline pumped throughout my body as I readied myself for whatever the initiation was. Professor Wolfenstein was the first to take off his hood, revealing his wizened face. I watched in wonder as fur grew out of his skin, his head taking the shape of a wolf. His muscular toned body ripped his robes apart as he transformed into a werewolf. He stood before me, fearsome and majestic. The wolf head on a humanoid body, it was simply the best of both worlds. They all tore off their hoods, revealing their human faces. I only recognized one of them, Randall, a senior in college. The rest were strangers to me. It was awesome just as it was terrifying to watch the rest of them transform like Professor Wolfenstein. First it looked like they were in pain, then fury began to grow from their skin. Their robes stretched and tore under their expanding bodies. But their most vivid transformation came from when their jaw line changed, protruding out more and becoming more angular, just like a wolf's. Their ears receded into their heads just as new ones appeared at the top. Blinking once, their timid looking human eyes changed into a bright yellow. Their black irises now narrowed, like wolves on the hunt. So it was the full moon, I thought, it was the exposure to it that caused them to transform. I wasn't sure if they still retained their human capacity to think, but I smelled like werewolf to them. I should be safe. They circled me again, sniffing me even more carefully this time. What were they going to do? Don't tell me- A dull pain surged from the back of my head as I was flung onto the ground. What was going on? The same pair of rough hands that hit me now grabbed my jeans. Its sharp claws tearing away the fabric just as easily as it was done carelessly, my legs screamed out in pain at they dug into my flesh, scratching and drawing blood. This continued until my bare ass was exposed to the lot of them. In the cold of the night, my ass shivered. I looked behind me watching the largest werewolf, probably the alpha eye me hungrily. Oh shit, he probably thinks I was inviting him to fuck me! less

This is Part 3 of the Howling Moon series and the sequel to Tyler's Pack Initiation. Now a werewolf and a full fledged member of his pack, Tyler hunts with them in the night, preying on the vampires that he hates to the core. But when he chances upon a vampire's blindingly beautiful body, can Tyler keep revenge on his mind, or will his werewolf lust get the better of him? An MMMMM/m story... moreThis is Part 3 of the Howling Moon series and the sequel to Tyler's Pack Initiation. Now a werewolf and a full fledged member of his pack, Tyler hunts with them in the night, preying on the vampires that he hates to the core. But when he chances upon a vampire's blindingly beautiful body, can Tyler keep revenge on his mind, or will his werewolf lust get the better of him? An MMMMM/m story. [WARNING: This sizzling gay paranormal erotic story contains werewolf/vampire relations, blowjobs, anal sex, gangbangs and much more. Explicit material, adults only.] Excerpt: Yes, I thought eagerly. This is it. We'll destroy this vampire and- Wait, why weren't any of us moving yet? It was right in our sights! Within striking distance! I was still being a disobedient pup. One look from Professor Wolfenstein and I knew whatever the pack did, we had to wait for the alpha wolf to give the order. We were nothing but his lackeys. It was dumb, but I was the lowest on the hierarchy, what could I do? Watching the alpha wolf emerge from the two pack mates in front of the vampire, I shivered, struggling to contain the unstoppable rage and bloodlust within me. He had better start the attack soon or I might just lose it and put the filthy vampire down myself! The vampire jumped up very slowly, rebounding against the alley wall as it tried to reach the roof to escape. I watched it move in bullet time, my mind reacting faster than it moved. Whether the alpha wolf ordered it or not, no vampire was going to escape from me, not on my first hunt! Before I knew it I was climbing up the building, less than three feet away from the vampire's skinny legs. I summoned my strength in one final boost, reaching out with my clawed paw. But the alpha wolf was faster. He pulled the naughty vampire back before I did. They tumbled back down onto the ground in a flurry. The vampire recovered first, assuming a combat stance, preparing to fight back. Even a cornered dog would fight fiercer than an attacking lion. The rest of my pack mates surrounded the vampire while our leader recovered and rose to his feet. Suddenly two of my pack mates struck, restraining the surprised vampire. In its struggle it revealed its refined face to me in the moonlight. The vampire was a pretty boy. A pang of guilt struck my heart as all the malicious thoughts in my head disappeared for an instant. How could it be, that I wanted to extinguish the life of such a beautiful, yet deadly creature like him? I dropped back onto the cobbled pavement down below, hesitantly watching the alpha wolf study her. Was he going to kill him? He looked up at the full moon and tore off his hood. He stared at our leader in a mixture of awe and horror as his head brutally transformed into that of a werewolf. His robes struggled to accommodate his rapidly expanding, muscled body before finally giving way, ripping itself into shreds. There, standing in the pack leader's place, was his true form. The alpha wolf looked up at the moon. "ARRROOOOO!" he howled with fervor and ferocity, striking fear into the heart of the vampire. My nose twitched. There was a different scent about the alpha wolf now. I sensed a different kind of intent radiating from him, not one of murder, but one of lust. Was he going to fuck the shit out of this pretty vampire first? I had to admit, now that I had seen his face, that he wasn't that bad of a looker. Of course, the alpha wolf was given the first dibs. The vampire looked scared out of his wits. "Please…" he mouthed. "Yea, show 'em what we do to vampires like you, Alpha," Randall snickered. So the pack leader's name was alpha after all. How fitting. less

With the memories of his first hunt still fresh in his mind, Tyler finds it hard to think of anything else. But this all changes when Julian, the vampire he hunted appears in his bedroom! Julian knows more than he lets on, and can't forget being hunted either. For the sake of the truth behind his family's slaughter, Tyler offers to pay with his body... moreWith the memories of his first hunt still fresh in his mind, Tyler finds it hard to think of anything else. But this all changes when Julian, the vampire he hunted appears in his bedroom! Julian knows more than he lets on, and can't forget being hunted either. For the sake of the truth behind his family's slaughter, Tyler offers to pay with his body. The question now is: Will Julian accept? [WARNING: This 3500 word sizzling paranormal erotic story contains explicit gay sex, anal sex, werewolf-vampire sex, sex with partially transformed body parts and much more! Adults only!] Excerpt: My lethargic feet carried me down the corridor towards my bedroom at the end. Releasing the weight of my book bag off my shoulder, I swung it around me, preparing to toss it onto the bed. Except that I couldn't do my usual routine and let my book bag fly onto my pile of pillows. "Why are you here?" I questioned tersely. My voice grew deeper and deeper as I quickly let my bloodlust take control of me. Fur began sprouting on my skin, my skull started changing shape and my fangs were starting to grow. Right in front of me, violating the sanctity of my bed was the vampire. Not just any vampire, but the pretty boy vampire, the victim of my first hunt. The sight of him brought back wonderful memories that quickly flooded my mind. And now there he was, sitting right there, as if inviting me to hunt him again. I licked my fangs, wondering how awesome a second time with this vampire would be. "Wait!" the pretty boy called out, raising his hands in defense. "I'm not here to harm you," he continued, cowering under his arms. Regaining my rational mind, the fur receded back into my skin as I became more and more human by the second. "What do you want?" I asked, finally a human again. "You dropped this when we last met," the vampire replied, throwing something at me. I caught it instinctively without even realizing what it was. There, laying the palm of my hand was an amulet, my brother, Gabriel's amulet. I only remember seeing it a few times in my life, and the last time I saw it was many years ago, the night everything changed. "Where'd you get this?" I asked curiously, "I didn't drop such a thing when we last met." "But you must have! I only realized it was on me when I escaped!" the vampire protested. I had half a mind to transform now and tear him apart. But a little voice in my head told me that there might be a grain of truth to his words. After all, there was no reason to lie about this. If Gabriel's amulet was indeed there on the night of my first hunt, Perhaps, someone in my pack knew of his whereabouts! The vampire in front of me wasn't a creature to be abhorred and hated. He was a companion and a valuable aide! Maybe I still have not forgiven their kind for the wrong they wrought upon me. But I can't have only one specific vampire bear the burden of my hatred, especially for such a manly and handsome vampire. "Well, I suppose you have helped me after all. So, um, thanks," I concluded weakly. How could I not have noticed until now that he was wearing such a seductive looking black leather outfit! Given half a chance I would tear it off and show him the ways of werewolf love in a heartbeat. I felt a stirring in my loins as wild fantasies clouded my mind in his presence. Professor Wolfenstein mentioned during one of our little supernatural research sessions that vampires were extremely sensitive to their surroundings, some purporting that they were even able to read minds. I wasn't so sure about how conclusive such theories might have been. But the look in the vampire's eyes clearly told me that he wanted the same thing. less