Shapeshifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

He stood up and removed a book in a hidden compartment of his shelf that I didn't know existed. “This is a book about the shapeshifter witches. It was written by the first King of Ardyth. I stole it from my grandfather when I was still a little boy because I was curious about their powers after he told me a story about them.” He handed the book over to me and took his seat. I opened the first page as Xavier and Rowan came closer to check it out. I read the first page which talked about the process of shape-shifting and my eyes widened at the discovery.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

However, I do not have a timeframe for when I will be writing that one as of yet. My novel, "Ruined by my Bosses," is a CEO/Menage romance that is already live on the app with over 30k if you're looking for another book to read. I'm only writing one book at a time from now on, so it will be uploaded daily. I also have a completed quartet on the app that begins with, "Mated to the Alpha of the North," if you're looking for more werewolf romances. Each book focuses on one couple, but the story is interconnected and has wolves, bears, and dragon shifters.

Loriann said, her tea sat untouched. "Is she being coerced? He is a Red Hood," Rashida asked. Loriann shook her head once. "No, I wish she were. That would be so much easier to deal with. Kill him, break whatever hold it is he had over her and move on," she said with a laugh and sipped her now tepid tea. "Why does this keep happening to me? I was mated to a shifter. We were happy. I never once even considered looking at a hunter as anything other than what they are to us," she put her face in her hands. Rashida reached over and covered her hand with her own, dark over light.

Dear readers, we're gradually coming to the end of this book. I'd love to let you know that I'm so grateful for the gift of you. If you like Paranormal romance\reverse harem involving other types of creatures like Ice elementals. Dragon shifters, Incubus, Casters, blood Fae, werewolf, lion, bear shifters. You can check my new book: "PRINCESS AND HER FOUR PRINCES". It is such a lovely read, and it will be well worth your time.

I lie next to her and look down into her gorgeous hazel eyes. "This may surprise you, but I've never been with any woman. Shifters aren't like humans. We're repulsed even at the thought of getting intimate with anyone who isn't our mate. What about you? How many men have you been with?" I can tell she doesn't want to say, but the answer doesn't matter. "I've been with two, but the most recent was over a year ago. I'm sorry. If I had known, I would have waited." Sherri looks like she's going to cry, but I don't want her to feel ashamed.

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

"You challenge me? Little girl, I was killing betas while you were playing with dolls. I won't shift. I'll snap your neck in this skin." "Shift," I commanded. "Or I'll kill you where you stand." Something in my voice—the absolute certainty of it—made his laughter die. He narrowed his eyes, assessing me. Then, with a grunt of annoyance, he let it happen. The sound of his shift was wet and crunching. His body contorted, bones snapping and reshaping with practiced ease. He dropped to all fours, fur erupting from his skin in patches of brindled brown and grey. Within seconds, a massive wolf stood before me—heavy-set, scarred, with jaws that could crush a femur.

Serena approached her bookshelf, her fingers trailing across the spines. She stopped at a worn journal she'd hidden there as a child-her mother's. Pages were filled with vague warnings, hidden meanings, and broken phrases. Pieces she'd never understood until now. She opened it and began flipping through pages. There. A sentence underlined three times: The boy in the shadows will become the fire. She looked up at Damien. "She knew. My mother... she warned me." Damien appeared as if he might break. "Serena, I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted to protect you from what I was becoming."

Shapeshifters. I think I've read some things about it from folklore. Like what its name suggests, they are creatures that can change forms, like how humans can shift to animals with supernatural attributes, like how monsters can take the form of humans they prey on. The most popular shapeshifters in books, I believe, are humans turning to wolves—not ordinary wolves, but usually giant wolves with extraordinary strength and have out of the world abilities. "What kind of shapeshifters are you?" "I don't think you need to know that part. What's important is, now you know that those two you see as victims are not innocent at all."