Dark Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

Everything in me was screaming to shift to Astari and run out of this place while there was an opening, but she wouldn't respond. “We were once the pride of these lands,” he said. “Our reign was supreme, until your precious Lycans came along, casting us under the shadows. Now fate has smiled on us.” “Shakar must have completed the task by now,” the other one said to the vampire in front of me. “We must get ready to depart.” “Come wolf!” He yelled, grabbing and dragging me by the hair as my legs bruised on the rocky floors. I yelled and screamed, trying to break free of his grasp. The pain was like a thousand needles penetrating my skin at once. They were fast and binding.

I was the only one at home, but it could change at any moment. “You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” I asked her once she had calmed down a bit. “You know I won’t!” she exclaimed. “Cross my heart.” I licked my lips. “I… I slept with two of them.” I heard her spit out whatever she’d been drinking. After a coughing fit and a few curses, she finally found her voice again. “You had sex with a shifter!” she whisper-yelled. “What was it like? Do they make noises? Are they rough?”

Her eyes find mine, wide and fearful, and something inside me steadies. She’s the reason I fight. Why I bleed. Why I’d die before letting this pack fall. Ryder growls low, eyes fixed on the forest behind us. “They’ll be on us any minute, we need to buy the pack more time.” I nod, muscles already tensing, the wolf in me rising to the surface. The shift hits like lightning, bones snapping, skin tearing, power flooding through me until the world sharpens into colour and scent and sound. Ryder shifts beside me, a blur of fur, massive and furious, and together, we launch towards them, the sound of our paws hitting earth drowned out by the howl that rips from our throats.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

Then he shifted into his wolf, staring back at us with his dark blue eyes. I looked at Samantha as she frowned, but then she nodded reluctantly. I shifted into my wolf, allowing the fur to take over my body. My mate's eyes widened when she saw the massive beast in front of her. I winked at her and her face flushed. "Be careful..." she whispered. Darian and I took off running in the opposite direction of my house, Samantha becoming smaller by the second. Our paws pounded against the hard ground and our surroundings passed by in a blur. We were far from the populated area and there weren't any more houses. Just grass. Green Grass.

“So I’m your shadow now?” Damian stepped closer, eyes sharp. “You’re under my protection. There’s a difference.” The room seemed to shrink, his presence pressing in, heavy and undeniable. For one terrifying, intoxicating moment, Amara wondered if the danger wasn’t outside at all - but standing right in front of her. The man cleared his throat. “There’s more.” He tapped the folder again and slid another photograph across the table. Amara’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Damian.

“He is an ass that is why, Rache. The guy loves himself. He is conceited.” I tell her as I stare out of the window and long to be in the forest deep inside it, trying to discover who if anyone is behind the big, black wolf. Or if it is a wolf and not a shifter. Unlikely, however, since we are surrounded by shifters.

All of them. ***** Two souls, shaped by their suffering, were meant to cross paths in a complicated dance of shadows and longing. Their connection was a mix of darkness and desire, where the lines between love and redemption would be tested to their limits. As their destinies became intertwined, the difference between hunter and hunted started to fade. They found themselves navigating a perilous path filled with impossible choices, where every step forward was fraught with danger.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

The fireflies hummed around us, casting soft glows into the dark night. My hands slid lower, gripping her tighter. She gasped, her thighs tightening slightly around my waist. She looked into my eyes with disbelief. I pulled her closer, pressing our bodies together, pressing my forehead against hers, closing my eyes just for a moment. I lifted her higher and held her against me. The glowing water shimmered around us as I moved against her, slow and deliberate. She gasped sharply, her nails digging into my skin through my shirt. Her head fell against my shoulder slightly, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut.