Shapeshifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

All I could think to do was transform, hoping that they would respect the unspoken rule of the shifters. The dragons didn't back off when my body twisted and my bones began cracking apart. They kept their teeth on me, uttering guttural noises at one another while my skin pulled and my anatomy reshaped itself. By the time I was human, I was sprawled in the grass with my ankle in the teeth of a dragon, another dragon pinning my abdomen with a heavy, clawed foot, and another with its teeth on my throat. The sharp points of its fangs threatened to puncture my windpipe. I breathed fast, knowing any breath I took could be my last, and gazed wildly between the dragons. “Stop, please,” I begged.

“I just… wondered. I mean, if it’s ever possible, what would it mean for the people involved? How would it work? And...what could be the cause?” Roxanne studied me for a long, uncomfortable moment, then let out a sigh. “It can happen, yes.” she admitted. “But only under very rare circumstances. When two shape-shifters’ energies clash and bind through intimacy, healing can surge unnaturally fast. Such healing method is extremely efficient, requiring a very tight bond between the sex mates. It’s… dangerous, though. In decades, such hasn't been known to happen. Not since the time of Gerth.” Her voice dropped lower, her expression almost warning.

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

I hadn't even finished a whole row yet. Some stuff is repeated but this book is by far my favorite. It's solely about bear shifters. Bear shifters are the most loyal type of shifter. They would lay down their lives for the ones they are to protect without a single thought. Thats terrifying. I don't want Dom to die because I might. Even though he would probably fight me on it.

The new book will be based around Josie and will be called Denied by Destiny: Stepping out from the Shadows. Thank you for your patience as I revisited chapters (a lot) to make this book the best it can be. I am new to this way of writing, which I love, and sometimes need to pull myself back and review...Thank you for being on the journey with me and for remembering that I have only been doing this for a year now. One day I started reading shifter romances and thought, I would love to write one...that was only a little over a year ago and have learnt so much already. So I am really excited to see what the next few years bring.

That was one thing I was very curious about. Growing up, the stories of shapeshifters were always wild. They never said that they were dangerous. In fact, they were described as protectors. They blend in with the human population very well. The stories made it sound like shifting was easy for them to do, there were no struggles. But when I look at these bodies that are being left behind, I see struggle. I see danger. I have gotten familiar with her past. She sounds like a Lost girl looking for a home. When you ask around about her to those who have had the chance to meet her they don't have very many kind words. They didn't really have any words at all. They described her to be a loner, quie

Glowing where there was darkness, lighting the way when needed. Over time, their roles changed, mixed, and warped. The people changed as well. The animals they once admired integrated with their souls. Their souls, being tied to the moon, changed once a month when she was at her most robust. Some changed to felines, others canines, then there were reptiles and primates. No two people were the same. Families of four could have one of each shifting animal. The Sun God became enraged. The people began to solely worship the Moon Goddess, much to her dismay. No matter how many times she spoke with the shifters they didn’t heed her words.

"Then we are going to give you some tests to take to determine which course is suitable for you." "When do we start?" I asked feigning interest but the truth was that I wanted to get out of this office. "I am busy with board meetings so tomorrow morning will be suitable," Davina said and pulled out a sheet of paper with a list of books that I was going to get. The topics were strange but I hid my surprise. There were ten books in total: Lycanthropy and Shapeshifting Studies Explore the history, biology, and psychology of shapeshifters, focusing on transformation techniques, controlling impulses, and understanding pack dynamics.

Standing on the mattress my chest, hoisted upwards in my lace bra was very close to his face, indeed I could feel his breath on my chest as he looked down to untie the knot. Looking down at his busy hands I couldn’t help but admire the very obvious bulge in his pants, my eyes were drawn to its shape, the way it had felt so solid against my stomach. I knew about the act of course, I know what happens between humans, but what of the rumours that a shifter's sheer size, ferocity, can kill a woman? Am I truly that turned on right now I would tempt death for a taste of such pleasure from Ivan? Right now, it’s fifty-fifty. All rational sense has left my mind. I want a shifter to ravage me, the ver

I couldn't sleep again immediately after Milo’s call so I reached out to my nightstand and picked up the book I’d started earlier in the week: an anthology of paranormal romance stories. I had continued to read everything I could lay my hands on about werewolf shifters. And recently I decided to buy a few paperback of paranormal romance. I flipped through the pages until I found Story Five. It was just three chapters, I noted with a small smile. Perfect, by the time I finished with it, I was sure I would doze off.