Dark Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

‘Think of me.’ Grayson sent out through their link when he saw her appear in the window to watch him drive away. What an arrogant prick, she thought, but thought of him all afternoon, anyway. Reading about her parent’s story made her re-evaluate her relationship with Grayson. Was kismet real? Were people, humans, shapeshifters, and witches fated to have one true love? Was there such a thing? I am a werewolf. This sentence was still hard for Brianna to comprehend, especially when she couldn’t shift independently.

Get up, my wolf snarled. I pushed to my knees. Lira grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, her other hand closing around my throat. "Submit," she snarled. Never. Something hot and wild unfurled in my chest. My wolf surged. My fingers twitched, claws threatening to break through. I reached up, found Lira's face, and drove my thumb into her eye. She screamed, releasing me. I scrambled back, gasping, blood roaring in my ears. My hands—my hands were changing. Nails darkening, elongating. The shift was trying to break through.

He nodded. I kept walking. The pain didn’t stop. It dug deeper with every step. My wolf howled inside, mournful, furious, betrayed. I wanted to howl back. I wanted to shift just so I could run until my lungs burned and this feeling stopped. But I didn’t shift. Still hadn’t. Even with the bond snapping, even with the almost-shift earlier, nothing. Figures. I made it to the edge of the clearing, ducked behind a tree, and finally let the sobs out. Quiet at first, then louder and choking. My hands shook so bad I couldn’t even wipe my face properly.

Please. What do you mean?” This time he chuckled. “Oh, little one. It’s simple. Our biology tells when the perfect time to shift is. For wolves it’s between fifteen and sixteen. For vampires we know around thirteen sometimes it’s a bit late coming close to fifteen. Witches and fires shift around seventeen and angels shift sometime between sixteen and eighteen. You still have time. Until your eighteen. Your just not a normal Shifter. You still may be human but you could still be a dark angel. If your special you could be a white angel but there hasn’t been one for hundreds of years so it’s very unlikely.”

Suddenly, she came across a clearing covered in moonlight. There stood a majestic wolf; its fur was a mixture of midnight black and shimmering silver. Her eyes, pools of warm liquid, locked with Ava’s, and she felt a familiar shock course through her body. Without hesitation, Ava approached the magnificent animal; her hands trembled with excitement and fear. As she drew closer, she could sense the power emanating from the wolf, a power that seemed to resonate with her very essence. But just as Ava reached out to touch the wolf, it vanished into thin air, leaving her standing alone in the moonlit clearing.

The shattered altar at the room’s center pulsed, light pouring from the fractures, sealing them. And then the entrance behind them began to close. “We need to get out of here,” Damien snapped. Nicola didn’t argue. She clutched the book tightly, adrenaline surging through her as she turned toward the spiraling staircase. But the moment they stepped forward, the entire ruin groaned, as if resisting. “We’re not fast enough,” Lucas gritted out. “We won’t make it...” Dylan’s wolf surged forward. “Then we shift.” There was no time for hesitation.

Another round of lightning crackles allowing me to see the full gorgeous roundness of her curvy ass and shapely thighs. The weather is teasing me, everything goes dark as the storm rolls on, too dark to wok out who the shifted figure is. /Sure you don’t just want to look at her body again?/ Shi suggests hungrily, in a tone I don’t recognise at all. She’s a shifter, we’ve all seen each other naked, it shouldn’t be a big deal in the slightest. Except the lightning flashes again and I hungrily seek out her figure for the brief seconds I can see. Now stood up, her long black hair is slick against her shoulders, her skin glistening under the rain sends a bolt of energy to both my dick and my brai

Mariah looks at Tabitha expectantly and Tabitha hugs herself before explaining. "He is a shifter. A shifter from a pack that is no more. They didn't like human mates and broke shifter law on numerous occasions...The Mackenzie valley wolves. Her ex is Nickolas Mackenzie, the grandson of the late Alpha, and we are pretty sure he is her mate,' Tabitha says and my eyes widen as they land on a furious-looking Daniel. "Fuck," Dan says and Boyd begins to pace while mumbling cuss words. "He doesn't have a pack...he isn't strong enough to take us on," Lewis says and Benji growls.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

The same shade with the man who had fucked my virginity away in a haze of lust and recklessness. My heart fell to my feet. That hit stranger was there, standing in the dining, luggage in hand, looking like sin wrapped in casual clothes. Our gazes locked—silent, electric. His eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare, promising more darkness. The air thickened. My breath stuck in my throat when panic exploded in my chest, heart slamming hard. My knees grew weak. Him? He was Damien? The one who had groaned when he felt my barrier give?