Coyote Shivers Novels & Stories

“I'll have my usual” “Undestood” The Kitsune replies. “And your partner?“ “My partner doesn't drink” “I'll be back with your order, sir” The Kitsune says, walking away. “Let's seat here, Aklan” Aedan says as he settles down onto an empty fluffy couch. “There are three known elements to this but they are hidden inside the coyote district” “The coyote's whispering fang, the sagebrush ember and the howling nightshade” Aedan reveals. “I don't know much about the existence of number 2 and 3 but number 1 fully exist. I've seen and touched it"

My body shivers but is on fire from the stimulation. “Holy fuck.” I finally return to Earth, smiling, excited about what I’m about to do. He is proud of his work as he returns my smile. I get up on my knees as I glide my hands over his shoulders around his neck. I blow softly on his ear and bite gently on his lobe. Trailing kisses down from there to the hollow of his neck, I have my teeth graze his neck and I feel him shiver underneath my touch. I guide him to lay down on his bed while flicking my fingers underneath the band of his sweatpants to pull them and his tight black boxers down.

"I tried to tell Dimitri it was too damn hot, but he never listens to me. Of course, that just means we'll have to consume a lot of beer to stay cool." Alanna shook her head. "Like you ever need an excuse to drink." Josh shrugged. "Well, no, but the excuse helps make the drinking sound better." He gave Adira a wink, which brightened his smile. She felt the blush heat her cheeks, as she turned to Dimitri, who gave Josh a dirty look. She hid the grin that wanted to crease her cheeks. Well, he became possessive pretty quick. That thought made her honey drip, causing her sex to quiver. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed this side of Dimitri. She smiled at him, about to say something to tease him

Eddy answered cheekily. I smiled watching the two wolves chase each other around once more. Something nudged my back and I turned an ice dagger at the ready. I blinked, a large black wolf panted staring at me expectantly. Its midnight black fur lush while its wild sapphire eyes blinked at me in amusement. “Justin?” I questioned lowering the ice dagger having it disperse into snow once more. The wolf dipped its head tail thumping as it lay down beside me. “Have you ever shifted before?” Justin's voice was quiet echoing down the link. He seemed unbothered by me almost stabbing him.

Lavender: "Help! Somebody, please help me!" I screamed while running away from it. However, soon I realized it had caught up to me, so I stopped and turned around to swing my arm. With that, I tossed the coyote a little further away to get a head start. I began to run like crazy, not knowing the woods at all. The cold wind was blocking my nose. And since I woke up in such a panic, I felt like half of my brain was still asleep.

His gaze felt hot against my skin, a smirk laying open on him face. Ripping my gaze away I pushed the door open and stepped out into the air. The day was drawing to a close, the sun dancing just above the horizon. An eyrie red glow surrounding it like a halo. I took several deep lung falls of fresh air. Trying to push down the burning feeling inside my body.

Especially not about a human. I prowl down the hall, ignoring the way all the employees conversation die when they see me. Most days, I welcome their nervousness. It satisfies the predator part of me. Today I have different prey. I don't need to ask where my little hacker is stationed. Her scent leaves a trail. Vanilla and spice and a flavor I don't recognize. My hunt ends at a tiny windowless office. Kylie sits studying her computer screen with a coffee mug at her lips. Although I dont make any noise shifters tread far more quietly than humans, she snaps her head in my direction before I step through the doorway, blinking as if she doesn't quite believe I'm real.

A connection to something older than memory. "You nervous?" Adam asked Sandra softly. She shook her head, watching as a group of teenage shifters began to shift one by one, clothes falling to the grass like petals. Limbs cracked, bones reshaped, fur burst forth in waves of color—tawny browns, silver-blues, ink-black coats shimmering beneath the rising moon. The transformations were fast, almost elegant in their brutality. In seconds, wolves stood where humans had been, tails wagging and eyes sharp with joy.

As I pulled the humble meal from my satchel, I hear a voice. “Hello?” The voice is thin and reedy, old. I respond. “Hello, there.” Out of the dimming forest, limps a small old woman. She leaned heavily on her cane, so many shawls hanging around her that it was impossible to say where the shawls ended, and the woman began. It drove me insane. Sure it was chilly at night, but even three shawls would be oversufficient, and the grandmother had far more than three.

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde