Books About Wolf Shifters Novels & Stories

Big books with titles that made my eyebrows climb. Moonborne Lineages and Their Traits. Rogue Blood: A Study of Wolf Degradation. Hybrid Children in Supernatural Bloodlines. Rare Shifts Among Northern Packs. He gave me a smaller stack, then sat across from me on the nearest table. For the next two hours, we read. And honestly, the world became weirder with every page.

Metal-pale and tanned in flickers of lights. I stared in horror. Kieran shoved me backward. "Run!" Tyra leaped. The fight erupted… Metal clashed with claws, and light flashed as weapons discharged. I backed toward the far wall, hands shaking. But my legs wouldn't move. Wouldn't run. Not this time. My wolf stirred deep in my chest. Let me out, she whispered. I closed my eyes. Focused. And this time, I didn't fight her. The shift came slower than before. More controlled. It is not agony, it is more like: I walked into my own skin.

Perhaps a feline of some sort, she may even be a wolf, I tell him. Not many wolves would dare do such a thing, however felines are often very sly creatures with no fear, or respect for that matter, he says, disgust evident in his voice. My dragon never believes wolves are the superior species, and I can't help but agree with him. I pull out a book from my shelf and sit down at my desk. It was fairly old, with leather bindings and worn out edges. I open it up and flip through the yellowing pages. It was a book on all the creatures discovered. I read through each type of shifter, their strengths and weaknesses, in the hope that whatever this female is, I will be able to easily break her.

I didn’t want him to know that I heard what happened. I just wanted to go back to my room. “Are you sure?” He asked, raising a skeptical brow. “It’s a full moon today, and you need all the energy you can get. You’ll have to shift.” My throat immediately went dry. Shift? I didn’t even have a wolf. But Lucien didn’t know about it. It was another thing that I kept as a secret from him. I didn’t want anybody else to know about my weakness. It was the same thing that was used against me on my wedding day. Ever since I joined Lucien’s pack, I hadn’t experienced a full moon.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

The risk that they will turn again at the next full moon, perhaps even when they feel like it, is too big… too dangerous. Martin moves closer and starts circling Finn. The big werewolf does not make a sound, but body language clearly shows that he is challenging the leader of the pack. Finn instinctively lowers his head. It is in the wolf's nature to bow to a stronger and more confident wolf. I see how the gray wolf leans back to his large hind legs. My eyes follow Finn's gaze and notice that the other cursed wolves stand firm. Their body language speaks clearly. Martin and his pack are not welcome here. Finn has to have come to the same conclusion, because his attitude changes. He raises hi

She slowly start eating and felt nauseated. Zayn also picked his plate and start eating the food which was lunch to him. "Don't lose hope. I am sure he will be back. I am sure that wolf spirit is seeing everything." He softly smiled. Wolf spirit was one the sons of the moon goddess that was the god of wolves. It is said that he was the most handsome man on the earth with great powers. In ancient tales of wolves, there was always his stories of how he protected them from destructions and he was the one who let the wolves to shift to human form. He also gifted some wolves to be great worriors and leaders known as Alphas and some with great strategic planning known as betas while some with magi

So it eats me with a look, - I coquettishly added fuel to the fire. “And I see you have a weakness for mercenaries,” Kohan remarked playfully, nevertheless throwing a suspicious glance at the brunette wolf. - I'm surprised that the wolf hurt you, and not your pet. - Kokhan ran an appraising glance over Grisha. The smell from him was very strong, but even I could not decipher it. - Like wolves, half-breeds... - I snorted. - Everyone is gray at night! It would all be over soon. One more touch or kiss from him and I'll rip his throat out myself.

Sam began again “…A long time ago a war of the shifters began when the Wolf king of MacTire was power-hungry and wanted to rule over all the lands, believing himself superior to all shifters. His mate was a were-cat and had rejected him, hating the wolves and his tyrannical ways. The wolf king attacked the were-cats with the aid of the reptilian/jungle shifters and after conquering them he declared war on the bears, slaughtering cubs, women, and children. The Lycans wanted nothing to do with the war the wolf king was creating and sided with the bears. Before they could find safety, it is said the wolf king massacred the Lycans to extinction.

Melody barked, “He did this.” A devilish grin stretched across my face as I released him. Thomas dropped to the ground with a thud, splashing in the puddle of mud. The delightful sound of bones cracking in the eerie night was music to my ears, watching him wither in agony as he transformed into his wolf. There was always a cost to pay when shifting, such excruciating pain was inescapable. His clothes shredded, fur sprouting from his skin, bones reconstructing themselves until he morphed into his wolf. Snatching the back of his neck in a punishing hold, “Stop.” I commanded in my Alpha tone.