Shapeshifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

Bellatrix Sinclair Three Days Later Never in my wildest dreams did I see myself enjoying the company of a werewolf. The hatred that usually burned in my belly disappeared in her presence. Karina is a treasure, so sweet and kind that I don’t think I’ve even met humans with her empathy and compassion. Karina glides through the room, not drawing too much attention and yet I could see the envious glances. It’s only been a week since her appointment and already disgusting rumours have been spread about her.

“In my twenties, I was obsessed with a vampire romance series.” Maddox rolled his eyes. She laughed. “Don’t judge.” “It’s hard not to. Vampires? Really, Camille?” “Stop it. I’m big into biker romances now.” He crossed his arms. “Bikers?” “That’s you too.” “Only because shapeshifters hate to be enclosed in hard metal.” “So, that’s a no on cars and trucks?” “Or buses.” “What about planes?” “It’s not my favorite thing in the world, but if I have to get somewhere like Europe or Africa, I’ll suffer the ordeal.”

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

“Most of us don’t read those often since our history is such a part of everyday life since childhood.” “That makes sense.” I go silent and dive into the book, which tells ancient stories about the Moon Goddess and the wars between humans and wolf shifters. The mate bond, apparently, is a gift from her, a way to ensure that all the shifters are properly mated for happiness and a stronger community. Though, there’s nothing about any humans mated to shifters. I keep reading, hoping I find that. The rest of the world seems to disappear while I read. “You can take some of these back to your room if you’d like,” Orla says after a while, snapping me out of my reading trance.

And their intense focus on the physical is deeply erotic. But there’s one more thing: they’re shifters. The Shifter, according to Vogler, is the archetype that speaks directly to the mystery we always confront in the opposite sex. In The Writers Journey, he writes, “It’s natural for each sex to regard the other as ever-changing, mysterious. Many of us don’t understand our own sexuality and psychology very well, let alone that of the opposite sex.” Shifters are the archetype for romance. They’ve one more function: they are the agents for change. For transformation.

"An untrained shifter is dangerous, even at his age. If he shifts in public, around humans—" "I know. I know." Sera holds Connor closer. "We'll figure it out." Two weeks later, Elena shifts for the first time, too. Same sudden transition, same confusion. The pack doctor hypothesizes it's because they're twins—sharing the supernatural development, pushing each other to new milestones. Whatever the reason, Sera and Dante now have two wolf pups who shift unpredictably. Training begins. Gentle exercises to help the cubs control their shifts. Games that teach them the difference between a human and a wolf. Pack members take turns supervising, ready to intervene if a shift happens at a bad time.

When people used to think of shifters they would assume it was a human-wolf hybrid that could change with the full moon. But the humans were very wrong. Shifters are always born human and between their fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, their body would change and transform into their true race. While there are werewolves, shifters could also be many other things. Vampires, werewolves, and witches were by far the most common, while sirens, fairies, and the dreaded angels of the night were more uncommon among the shifting race. The most rare was called the arch angels.

But I was faster. I twisted its arm behind its back, forcing it to the ground. The shapeshifter let out a growl, its body contorting, trying to escape my hold. But I had it now. I could feel its pulse quicken under my grip, a weak thrum of life that wasn’t mine. “You’ve got nowhere to go,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Tell me where the real book is.” It snarled. “You think I’ll tell you?”

And the latter can also witness her voluptuous incomparable hour-glass body. ‘I’ll make sure that Cy will give in to sudden release’ She reminded her feminine self. Even the mortal Eoghan was captivated by her glamorous beauty, how much more the beta werewolf Cyrill. Nevertheless, at least now Rozelyn knew the eight different vampires and werewolves aside from a Thaumaturge. She learned earlier that Shapeshifters cannot only shapeshift to animals but also duplicate other people’s faces. In fact, she burst into a boisterous laugh when the newly-healed alpha Avril shape-shifted into Cyrill—but a Cyrill with long luscious hair and huge breasts and an immensely curvy hips.