Dark Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

“How can you stand that? It sounds so shallow.” Her friend shrugged. “It is what it is. I couldn’t have the lifestyle I have if I weren’t his personal companion.” For the first time, shadows crept over her face, giving the other woman a hollow look that held traces of fear. “I won’t go back to the life I had before. Call it shallow or materialistic, but I have everything I need or want.” “But it costs your body.” Cleo shrugged. “It’s not a terrible price to pay, Madison. You just wait until tomorrow morning, after you’ve been his companion for the night. I think you’ll realize being his sometime-lover is one of those perks I mentioned, not a hardship.”

“Tainted, what is that?” “I have no idea. Eric changed the topic when I asked him about it.” “Alex, please scan the other page. I am dying to read what is on the other page.” Eva said rubbing her hands. She looked like a child who was desperate to open her present. ### Dark Shifters are polar opposites of Golden shifters. If Golden Shifters represent light, Dark Shifters represent darkness. They are the epitome of evil. They revel in pain, suffering, destruction, and are very manipulative.

This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy. The king continues despite my silence. "Shifters, like wolves, also have mates. They mate for life and share a strong bond with their mates. A shifter will know when he's met his." I have no idea where he's going with this. "I knew when I saw you, Hera," he says carefully. "What?" I say. "I knew you were my mate."

It was massive and powerful, a sprawling manor that looked more like a fortress with its stone lions and iron gates. Wolf shifters were everywhere, standing in clusters on the manicured lawn, their laughter booming. Alphas and Betas and Elite families had all come. They were dressed in expensive tuxedos and gowns. All eyes immediately turned when Marcus’s sleek black car rolled up. The valet opened the door. Marcus stepped out first, buttoning his jacket, looking every inch the King. He reached back to help me. I took his hand. The moment my heel hit the gravel, the whispers started.

She shook her head slowly and turned away. "Mom," I tried to say, but my voice came out as a whimper. "Mom, please." She didn't turn back and I needed to escape, needed to shift and run. I reached for my wolf, that familiar pull inside me, but found only emptiness. I tried again and again but nothing happened and I still couldn't shift and panic was choking me. "She can't even shift," someone in the crowd laughed. "Broken in every way." Dante circled me like a predator. "Look at her body," he said to the crowd. "Those hips we gripped while we fucked her. Those tits we sucked. That mouth that wrapped around our cocks. We used every inch of her and she thanked us for it."

Some of their comrades hadn’t made it—sacrificing themselves to give us this slim chance at escape—but the rest were closing in, their eyes locked on the tunnel ahead, hope burning in their expressions. They needed my help. I could see the shifters closing in on them, claws bared, teeth flashing, ready to rip them apart. My allies wouldn’t make it if I didn’t act. A surge of determination welled up inside me, and I hissed a command under my breath. With a flick of my wrist, my dark wind surged outward, stretching beyond its original boundary, reaching toward the vampires like a blackened storm. The gusts howled, and in an instant, the shifters in their path were lifted off the ground, tossed

Lucas was right beside me and I could tell that he was looking at me and not the scenery. Suddenly the sirens started going off to say that we were under attack again. Arlo mind linked the warriors and myself and dad to tell us where to go. “Violet. Make sure everyone gets to the shelter.” I mind linked. “I’m already on it.” Violet said. And I looked at Lucas and he already knew what he was in for. I started running towards the dark forest, shifting along the way into my white and silver wolf. Lucas was right behind me, shifting into his large black wolf and keeping in stride with me as we headed to the battle zone.

Each time I suppressed my yearning, the connection grew more profound, like a wildfire smoldering beneath the surface. I knew that I couldn't continue down this self-destructive path, for it was becoming increasingly clear that our bond was something beyond our control. To confront the enigmatic forces at play, I had to acknowledge that sex was an integral part of a shifter's life—a natural release that channeled our primal instincts and desires. It was an intrinsic part of who we were, and it was futile to deny it.

I slept so soundly it was strange. It took me a minute when I awoke to realize how different my life was now. I was a strange and powerful shifter, claimed by a white wolf. Vampires were real, and they were hunting me and testing me for something. Then my awful ex Chad tried to kill me to start a war of some kind. It was all just too much once I remembered it all and started thinking about it. Feeling the warmth to my back I nuzzled deeper into luka’s space.

“So what, I’m supposed to just… sit here? Knit scarves by the fire while you go hunting shadows? You can’t lock me up like some fragile doll, Damien.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to that tone that was more command than suggestion. “If it keeps you alive? Yes, I can.” For a heartbeat, their faces were inches apart, the air between them humming with something sharp and unspoken. Then he opened his door and stepped into the cool night air, breaking the tension as if it had never been there.