Best Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

She had fallen helplessly in love with him. "Layla there is something you should understand",he said gently to her. "Shifters are the most protective and most possessive supernatural creatures. We protect what is ours, until our last breath, especially when it comes to our mates. I understand you weren't defending the shadow warrior, but you were talking about another man, one that is obsessed with you. You should know that Riven wouldn't take it kindly. Remember what he did to that shifter that tried to molest you?"

“But you did have feelings for me. You were attracted to me the same way I was attracted to you.” “I have no decision in this,” she protested. “I can’t feel any kind of attraction to those guys.” “Bullshit. Having a true mate doesn’t prevent you from being with someone else; ruby shifters mate with others to keep their true mates from entering the trials all the time. If kissing the mosquito made you feel like you were betraying me, it’s because you have feelings for me.” Her scent flickered with emotions that her eyes didn’t betray. The emotions changed too fast, too indecisively, for me to read exactly what she was feeling.

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Oh, shit … he smells good too. There’s nothing like a freshly showered, shaved, and cologned vampire man to get me in a twist. “Really? Why?” I yell back. I could not possibly be cooler. My shoes, my eyebrows, my hip-sway. Shakira has nothing on this action. “There’s a string of guys with broken hearts standing all around the dance floor.” “Ha.” I turn around and dance with my back to him. He takes the hint and moves closer. We say nothing for awhile, letting the music speak through our bodies.

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

“He acted like he was being considerate. But snakes can’t change their demeanor.” She mulled over the way he acted a little longer before she got a headache. “Whatever goes through his mind, it isn’t my problem. It’s not like we’d be destined to be together.” A soft smile came to her face when she thought about who she wanted to be fated to: Ari King. He and Rei Kang were kind, but they were beginning to show their beast pairings. No one would want the shifterless to be involved with their clan.

Chapter 5: The Shadow Within With each passing day, Emilia's bond with Ryder deepened, their love blossoming amidst the shadows of Ravenwood. But as they reveled in the fleeting moments of stolen passion, a dark cloud loomed on the horizon, threatening to shatter their fragile happiness. Emilia and Ryder's hunt as werewolves was exhilarating. They chased down prey under the moonlight, their senses heightened, their bond growing stronger. They could feel each other's thoughts, anticipate each other's moves. They were a team, a unit, a pack.

“I don’t need worship. I just need a date. Preferably one who can keep Damian from trying to ‘accidentally’ corner me for a chat about our tragic love story.” Mara finished the last of her drink and signaled for the check. “Calliope will pick someone good. Maybe someone ridiculously attractive. You know how many men go in and out of her place? It’s like a shifter parade.” She paused, eyes widening. “Imagine if she pairs you with one of those gorgeous wolf shifters she’s always talking about.” Lena choked on her cocktail. “Please. If she sends a seven-foot wolf warrior to the wedding as my date, I will literally die.”

My back arched violently, a scream tearing from my throat that sounded like tearing metal. Crack. My shin bones shattered. The pain was blinding. I convulsed, my legs thrashing, but Jax held me down. He didn't stop thrusting. If anything, he drove harder, his rhythm syncing with the breaking of my body. "Yes, little wolf," he panted, sweat dripping from his face onto mine. "Bear it." Snap. My ribs reorganized, cracking and shifting. My jaw unhinged with a sickening pop. It was agony. It was ecstasy. The pain of the transformation blended with the pleasure of his cock driving into me, creating a sensory overload that shattered my mind.

“Is that what you do?” “Sure do.” “Shut up,” she said, delighted at this tidbit of information. “What kind?” “Oh, military romance, all the way. Some romantic suspense, maybe the occasional paranormal romance.” She laughed aloud. “Vampires?” “Nope. Shifters. I’m very partial to wolves. Shape-shifting, growling wolves that move in packs.” “Shut up,” she said again. “OK, no. I’m totally lying. I’ve never read a racy romance in the whole of my life. But I had you going for a minute there, huh?”