Dark Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

I slowly walked over. “Are you the driver?” “Yes. Who are you?” I had never really had an encounter with a black person before, but it felt good. He looked calm and polite. “I am the new bodyguard to your boss, and he wants you to get the white car ready now. What is your name?” “Thomas. What does the boss need the car for?” “I wonder.. But I guess we will find out soon.” “Alright.” He nodded then walked away. “Hmm, this is a good-looking house. And Ethan seems to be a decent man. Now why on earth did his wife cheat on him? The first opportunity she got to cheat on him, she did. Why? And why does she own sex toys when she has a husband?”

She shouts, her skin darkening with each word. That's when I realised that she was about to shift, that we would see her other form for the first time all because we made her angry, We had taken her to a point where she couldn't control the shift. Where her body was taking over and the other part of her wanted out, the site was breathtaking, her skin being swapped for feathers, each one the colour fire. she was much larger than I would have thought, her red eyes staring back, daring us to make a move against her. but none of did, We simply watched her in awe. Dumb struck by her beauty.

I taunted, my eyes flickering up to meet his. Without a word, Asher grabbed my wrist and started dragging me towards the garage. I stumbled after him, my heart pounding in my chest. He yanked open the garage door and pulled me inside. With a swift movement, he bent me over the bonnet of Leon's car. His foot nudged between my legs, forcing them apart. "Oh Asher," I teased, my voice breathless with excitement, "This is unexpected." But Asher ignored my comment, pushing my head onto the bonnet. His voice rumbled in my ear, a dark promise that sent chills down my spine. "I can go dark too, Elara."

“Tell me how you feel right in this moment, Nyx.” “Safe.” I speak the single word because it’s true. “Good,” he says. “Humans are brought up to fear the darkness and creatures like us that could be hidden within it, but the darkness is our home. The darkness is the only place that I ever felt at home, and it can be your home too, if you let it in. The truth is every shifter can find dark magic with the right instruction.” “I can’t,” I whisper. It’s the truth and the only reason I’m here right now.

“Are you insane? You can’t do that! People saw you!” Kai frowned. “You were sad. I come to help.” “That’s not—You can't just...!” Logan threw up his hands, speechless. Kai looked down, then back up with a small, sheepish smile. “Still sad?” Logan stared at him for a long moment. Then sighed. “A little less.” --- Later that night, back at the apartment, Logan sat at his laptop. He stared at the blinking cursor in the search bar. Then, slowly, he typed: > Cases of dog's who turned into a man overnight.<

I swayed, steadied by Jeremy, when my jerremy shadows surged through me more powerful than ever before. Hey, maybe they’d needed a vacation to reenergize…? I fought back the wild laugh at the thrill of the shadows, before they exploded out of me in a billowing sea. My Charms moaned at the ecstasy, as they were got in the waves of pleasure, joy, and dark desire for control. I craved to catch every shifter in Wolve Empire in the shadows’ hold and make them dance. I twirled, painting the room jerremy.

"You’re full of surprises, Annatoria." Her soft chuckle was the only response as they walked on, the daylight fading into the horizon. After a few moments of quiet, Annatoria grinned mischievously. "Let’s do something fun." "Fun? Like what?" Asher asked, his tone wary but amused. "Let’s shift," she said, her eyes gleaming. "First one back to the pack wins. The loser owes the winner a gift!" Asher’s grin spread wide. "You’re on!" He bent to the ground, as he was about to begin the shifting process. It normally took him less than 1 minute to shift but today, something in him waited for some seconds.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I ask, crossing the distance between us to touch his back. Michael whips around swiftly, catching my wrist. A snarl rips from his mouth full of gravel; it scares the life out of me, dampening whatever arousal I feel. “Don’t touch me, Laura.” My heart stops. His eyes spark, full of dark intent that sends dread through me. There’s this shift in his demeanor, from being flirty a few minutes ago to bone-deep darkness that makes my breath stutter. Slowly, Michael sets my hand down, letting out a strange sentence that startles me more.

I need you safe—and on time. Some sociopath set Anna’s car on fire before summer vacation, scrawled death to all sirens across it. We haven’t figured out who yet, but until then, we’re super protective of her. We being me, Israfil, and Shaw. Shadows of that night still linger, smoke curling in memory, the smell of charred metal etched into my pulse. Anna arrives less than fifteen minutes later. Israfil swoops in, voice softer now. “You made it. I want to talk before we join the others.”