Dark Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

The shadow staggered, its storm of faces shredding under the attack, black dissolving into sparks. But the fire wasn't stopping. It wanted more. The flames clawed deeper, hunting for the shadow's heart under all those masks. I followed them, driving forward with everything left in me. My burned hands grabbed the shadow's core, a knot of writhing darkness, pulsing like a second heart. It thrashed. Voices shrieked. My veins nearly burst from the heat. But I held on, screaming through my teeth as fire poured out of me, eating the dark.

Author's POV The ladies are back in the clearing, circling each other in the deciding round. To determine if this will be an overwhelming victory for one. Or a tie. The first crack of bone splitting into fur should feel glorious. Instead, for one of them, it feels wrong. Lira’s body folds forward as the shift tears through her, muscles stretching, spine lengthening, skin rippling into fur that shimmers like midnight kissed by starlight. Gasps ripple across the clearing the moment her wolf stands fully formed.

The compulsion tugging me forward was otherworldly. Violent noises woke the forest, draconic hissing and the whimpering of a wolf in distress. A subtle white glow made silhouettes out of dark trees and bodies moving around each other. I opened my mouth and breathed in the metallic scent of blood, and worse: Jesper’s bitter notes of fear. Leaping out of the bushes and into the glade, I finally saw what was happening inside Dalesbloom: three dragons were harassing a unicorn, a mythical shifter I’d never seen before, and the runt had gotten in the middle of it. Even for the first time seeing her as a wolf, I knew it was her by the magnetism of our intended bond, a feeling so powerful it made me

My breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as I stared at Marcus's lifeless body, the pool of blood around him spreading like ink on a parchment. I hadn't done this. I couldn’t have done this. Could I? A jolt of panic coursed through me, snapping me out of my frozen state. I backed away, my gaze darting around the room. The shadows on the walls seemed alive, coming closer to me. I needed to think, to move, but my legs felt like lead.

Shame crashed over me in waves, but it couldn’t drown the sudden, aching throb. He was standing so close I could see the dark lashes framing those burning silver eyes, the way his broad chest rose and fell calmly while mine came fast and shallow. Gods help me. This was wrong. So very wrong. And yet, I leaned ever so slightly toward him before I caught myself. But as I turned to leave, to escape his ever-too-hot presence and the dangerous words still echoing in my ears, Soren’s hand shot out.

I twisted my hips and jerked my knee up, aiming for his groin. He anticipated it. He shifted his hip with lazy precision, blocking the blow with his thigh, his body moving faster than humanly possible. A low, dangerous snarl ripped from his throat, his lips curling back to reveal teeth that gleamed white in the darkness. They were too sharp. Too long. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through the haze of confusion. What is he?

He’s blackmailing me, he’s a worm, and who knows what else he’ll try to get away with… “We’re getting there. Shaun, if I may be so bold, he hasn’t mentioned his mother?” “Shasha, she left when he was really young, he wouldn’t speak of her. She believed the Coven held back her potential and she went in search of it. Leaving us all behind, even her own son.” “I’m so sorry.” Shaun patted my hand, “It’s alright dear, we have moved on ourselves.” The song ended, “May I cut in?” I turned to see Damien. I smiled politely at him. “Of course,” Shaun smiled at him and handed me over.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

"Connor shifted!" Dante runs over, Sera right behind him. Their son—their nine-month-old son—is a wolf pup, looking confused but not distressed. "That's not possible," Dr. Chen says, examining him. "First shifts don't happen this young." "Alpha bloodlines sometimes shift early," Elena says. "Dante had his first shift at four years old. But nine months?" She sounds awed. "That's unprecedented." Connor shifts back to human, just as suddenly, and starts crying. Sera scoops him up, soothing him.

Connect with me using the mana and feel the power of the shift,* Akira encouraged. I nodded and took a deep breath, focusing on the mana coursing through me. With a single thought, I connected with Akira and began to shift. I felt my bones cracking and elongating, muscles bulging and twisting, and a thick coat of white fur sprouting all over my body. It was painful, considering this was the first time I had undergone a shift, but soon enough, the transformation was complete, and I stood on my hind legs, a full Lycan.