Novel & Cerita Faye The Shapeshifter

My hair on my arms suddenly rose and my skin tingled with a restlessness I couldn't shake. Someone was watching me but hmwho? I told myself I wouldn't stay to get the answer. I slipped out of bed, stripped down my pajamas and shifted. I pushed open the windows and ran free. The moment my paws hit the ground and inhaled the crisp night air, I felt a rush of relief. The wind whipped through my fur, carrying away my fear and the memories I wanted to erase. Out here, under, the moon, I wasn't Killian's mate. I wasn't Alpha King Fenrirson's daughter. I was just me — Faye.

The goddess chuckled softly in her mind. I hope not, your gift today is a little different than that of your mothers. Today I give you a gift that will be passed down through generations to come. As I told your mother, your family has been chosen to help change the tides, to help supernatural races come together. This is why I have fated you with the Fae Prince. The two of you will help bring peace to the wolves and the Fae. But that time will come. First, you need to survive your current ordeal. To help you with that we have a very special gift for you. The goddess slowly turned towards the pool of water once more and Ember stared expectantly, the waters rippled again and she watched, her e

"Shit, you're hot as hell." My cheeks blushed in the same second. Damn, he's way too sincere. "Thank you? You're hot too." Kai looked pissed and Ryusei smiled wickedly at him. "I'm Ryusei like Kai said. You are?" I look at Kai and Ryusei again. "I won't tell my name yet, okay?!" "I like a mystery. You look like someone named Freya." Not at all. "Nope. Beautiful hunch, but you're wrong. So, you're a fae male?"

Her wolf screamed to shift, but something burned behind her eyes. The air shimmered. A fae woman — tall, silver hair trailing, eyes like coins — appeared before her. “Luna,” she said sweetly. “He promised us safe passage if we helped.” Baylee’s growl shook the trees. “He promised you lies.” The fae only smiled. “Then we both win.” She flicked her hand — another cloud of glittering dust. Baylee shoved forward, but it hit her full in the face. Her last sight was Collin’s wolf form — silver and bloodstreaked — as he tore through two Ironclaws, eyes burning gold, calling for her across the chaos.

"Sorcha, Zephyr's mother and the Village's head was the only one with the knowledge of who Lord Leon really was and Lord Leon made us swear to let it remain that way and not to spill what we'd just seen. Over the next centuries, I'd sift over there to spend time with my cousin and mate. It was the happiest and freest moments of my life. Of our lives. Until one day, from the bond, I sensed Morph's distress and I sifted into the village. I knew something had gone terribly wrong when I got there. There were... bodies... of those people... Their children and for the first time in my life, I got scared. I sifted home next and I walked in on Morph leaning over Sorcha's body and Lady Silva smiling

Zayn thought he had seen everything. He was no stranger to the best nature could offer when it came to women and their God-given beauty—Faye Carter, Shaelyn Peace, Mirabelle Owen, Alexandra Smith, Annabelle Laking, and so many more. He was supposed to be so immune to premier feminine charms by now, and yet when he laid his eyes on Lysithea, he was still profoundly, utterly bewitched. He wondered if he was looking at a dryad or a… fae.

“She’s my daughter. I lost her once, and I won’t lose her again, so I’m doing this. Do not try and stop me, Jethro. I’ll be fine, I promise.” Jethro sighs but nods his head. “What are you going to do?” Faye doesn’t answer me, so I look to Jethro. “Just stand back, Leander.” My gut churns; I’m scared for my mate. But I do as Jethro suggests and stand back. My eyes widen to see Faye’s eyes change colour. They’re dark blue all over, no white to be seen. A dark aura surrounds her, and a gentle breeze that can’t be felt blows through her hair.

“Leave me alone. Haven’t you done enough?” Faye laughed. “Being heartbroken makes you feisty, doesn’t it?” The girls behind her snickered. Faye was one of the few powerful she-wolves in the shifter region. It made her popular, protected and entitled. She was my polar opposite. “I can’t do this right now, Faye,” I spat. She crossed her arms over her red bunny bodysuit that had been discarded on the floor while my mate rammed her from behind. The images flashed in my mind, creating a new wave of nausea.

“Kylie and her parents are true shapeshifters. The rarest and most purest form of us all, the first creatures made by the Goddess could transform into anything they wanted. The rumor is that over time, they all found a favorite and kept choosing that one animal over any other and then it evolved to where they could only have that one animal. But it was their better half for better or for worse. A true shapeshifter doesn’t get that voice. That other half. But any animal they use for their transformation, becomes a part of their soul forever. She’s probably been an elephant at some point, they have the strongest sense of smell and can always pick out an early pregnancy. All of her senses blow

Faye's heart thrummed loudly in her chest as she moved down the hall. 'what was that?' she asked her wolf Claire. The wolf responded with an unsettling silence. She didn't t have time to press before a voice stopped her dead in her tracks. "There she is." Faye's blood ran cold. She had been too distracted by Rowan to realize she was being followed. She turned slowly. She recognized the girl—she'd seen her during scent training, when she'd finished first position. Bianca Thorne. The Alpha female of the Ironfang Pack.