Best Shifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

"I shouldn't have changed your parents' tickets. I shouldn't have let Bianca get involved in the wedding. I shouldn't have spent your money on her." "What else?" "I shouldn't have hurt you." At last, I looked at him. "You still think the point is that I was hurt. It isn't. The point is that you treated me like a card that would never decline." His eyes reddened. "That's not true. I love you. Bianca came back so suddenly, and I lost my head." "When you lost your head, you still knew how to move my parents to economy. You knew how to dump your luggage on me. You knew how to buy a bracelet with my card. You knew how to stand in a chapel I paid for and wait for me to show up."

“Goddess, why can’t men fuck like this in real life?” I peeked down at the cover and recognized the book as one of the Reverse Harem’s I’d given her. This particular one was about a coven of dragon shifters—as if that wasn’t the most fantastical thing I’d ever heard of. “You haven’t been with anyone like that?” “Oh, heaven’s no.” She scoffed, fanning herself with a manicured hand. “The most I’ve ever gotten from the men around here was some dirty talk and a smack or two on the ass. This—this feral, unhinged sex is exactly what I need.”

He bowed to me and stepped back allowing Tiffany to pass. I set my checklist down in an open book and closed it. “Hello, Tiffany.” I greeted her. “Hello. I want to say that I am sorry for how I was acting upon first meeting you. It is hard for me. I was in love with Max. We had been together for the last five years. In just one night, two weeks before we were to be bound together forever, it was all tipped upside down. I really do wish the best for the pack and for Alpha Maximus. Truce?” She looked down at me.

I walk her up two flights of stairs to my personal room, the young Phoenix shifter fast asleep in my arms, as naked as the day she was born, but she was Absolutely perfect, from the freckle on a hip to the small spot that appeared on her forehead. I would be proud to call her mine, but something tells me she doesn't feel the way that we do, that she doesn't know what the bond is. whilst I have no problem teaching her, I'm not sure the others would feel the same way they have never been as patient as I am. I know that most of them decided a long time ago that they didn't want to Mate, Leaving me with the task of trying to convince them.

‘Think of me.’ Grayson sent out through their link when he saw her appear in the window to watch him drive away. What an arrogant prick, she thought, but thought of him all afternoon, anyway. Reading about her parent’s story made her re-evaluate her relationship with Grayson. Was kismet real? Were people, humans, shapeshifters, and witches fated to have one true love? Was there such a thing? I am a werewolf. This sentence was still hard for Brianna to comprehend, especially when she couldn’t shift independently.

“What happens when a marked shifter undergoes the Lycan ritual?” The older woman had been standing beside Aislin, her mid-length silver hair hanging loosely around her face, her gentle lilac eyes wandering between all of us. She folded her arms pensively. “It would be detrimental for both parties,” said Muriel, “interrupting the telepathic bond by emphasizing the physical aspects over the mental. It would usually include discomfort, agitation, pain, all sensations associated with the lycan’s hybrid form. Lack of control as a lycan would counteract the blessing of the marking ritual. Instead of harnessing the full potential of a shifter’s beast, they become… monstrous, feral. Stronger at the

Several wolves went still, their ears twitching. “Did you feel that?” someone whispered. “Like a heartbeat,” another answered. The spark in my chest flared, not with pain, but with a bright, steady heat. It was answering that tremor. It recognized the rhythm. “They’re making room for us,” I said, the words coming to me from a place I didn't fully understand. “The space between things is shifting. They’re clearing the path.” “For what?” a young Alpha asked. “For us,” Kieran said.

I could feel my own fire spread to his body, and his own fire about to engulf him. I let go of the headboard, and then brought him in close, pushing my fingernails into his back. I wanted him, wanted him to feel the same pleasure I was about to feel. I felt him tense up, and as his rhythm changed, our eyes locked again. I could see the pleasure rush through him, and I had tunnel vision as my own pleasure sent a firestorm of pleasure thrashing through my veins. Meteors crashed against the surface of my Earth as I felt his body shudder with release. Our eyes remained locked during the entire experience, and I never felt closer to another person in my life.

I shake the hound off my shoulder and lunge at it, sinking my teeth into its neck. The other hound tries to attack me from behind, but I whip around and catch it with a swipe of my paw. It yelps and runs back to its master, tail between its legs. The hunters are watching me warily now, unsure of what to do. I can tell that they're not used to dealing with a shifter like me. But I can't let my guard down. I circle them, my eyes locked on theirs. I'm pretty fast and agile, but I'm weak and bleeding from their sudden attack. This doesn't look good.

My hand touched every part of her body it could reach as I moved more. “Anthony… Please.” She was breathless and shuddering under me. I lifted my head to look at her. Sandy was so beautiful it hurt. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were shut from pleasure. I eyed every part of her, taking in the freckles on her cheeks, the flushed shade of red on her neck and the marks I had given her. I growled as the pleasure doubled at the sight of my bite marks. Something about it triggered more lust in me. I started to move a bit faster yet slow, making her gasp and moan.