Novel & Cerita Shapeshifter Romance Books

Soon the dragon would take full control, but just as he and Sarmin had marked each other, it was Gaz’s and Rhy’s turn to mark both each other and the precious Omega. The Beta wrenched Lillah’s hands from his hair, pushing her torso into Rhy’s waiting arms while continuing to devour her most sensitive parts. The wolf-shifter bucked against him as Rhyland captured her mouth as well as tweaking her nipples. “Oh Goddess,” Lillah moaned into Rhy’s mouth, the dragon-shifter’s tongue tangling with hers. Rhy’s fingers slid along her spine, sending a shiver of bright tingles across her back. The world was reduced to only herself and her mates, everything else had faded into the distance. Her soul arc

But strangely, I'd never felt the quicksilver head that raced through me with anyone when I looked into his eyes. I shivered, hurrying downstairs and stopping short when I reached the living room. In a few minutes, Damien walked into the room dressed in what looked like a tuxedo with a deep black trim, naturally tailored to him. He looked dashing and debonair, out of place here simply by the effect of his natural beauty. He couldn't help but stand out. My heart jumped as he walked toward me, my stomach filling with a million butterflies. Being near him was like the first day of summer, warm and exciting and wonderful with just a hint of regret because spring was over.

He bled from his side where one claw had cut through. Still, he didn't falter. Not once. Every time I weakened, his fire shielded me. Every time his storms buckled, my ember cut through for him. Until only one shadow remained. It towered over the clearing, larger than the rest, its shape shifting between wolf and human and something monstrous in between. Its core pulsed blinding white, chains wrapped thick around it. Kieran hissed between his teeth. "That one's old. Strong." The shadow bent its head toward me. A voice rumbled through the clearing, deeper than the others, layered with grief.

"This is the one." I took the book to one of the nearest tables that had a lamp attached to it. I opened it quickly, searching for the page which had listed its weaknesses. "Wait, that's the one." Ivan put his hand on the page before I turned the page again. I looked through it, reading the description. Cloudy Shapeshifters that have the capacity to shift into any living being and can take onto the resemblances of a dead person. They can take away the life of any being once they trap them in their circle of red lightning and dark suffocating clouds.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

After the party Tessa lie in bed and think about the two men that is sleeping in the rooms adjacent to her and it buffles her to why she can't keep her hands off of them. 'It is the mate bond. As shifter children they grow up seeing it all around them. You are new to it all. Your attraction to them are way more intense than a normal human. Your senses are heightened to their smell, their touch. Once you are marked it can calm down but in some case with strong and dominant people the feelings get more intense. But you will feel what the other one feel, hear what the other obe think and ever experience pain like they do. And shifters can't cheat. It inflicts so much pain to their mate that in

The shattered altar at the room’s center pulsed, light pouring from the fractures, sealing them. And then the entrance behind them began to close. “We need to get out of here,” Damien snapped. Nicola didn’t argue. She clutched the book tightly, adrenaline surging through her as she turned toward the spiraling staircase. But the moment they stepped forward, the entire ruin groaned, as if resisting. “We’re not fast enough,” Lucas gritted out. “We won’t make it...” Dylan’s wolf surged forward. “Then we shift.” There was no time for hesitation.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

and because Mantilo and Glen were good parents they gave it to them with full and open hearts. But as the night wore on Brandon was surprised to realize that the same devotion and openness that Mantilo and Glen showed their sons extended out wards to each of the Leopards in their Clan. Every Shifter that came up to speak with them...or to speak with Brandon gave them all of their attention or their respect. None of them made direct eye contact with Mantilo for long...or spoke in a brash or negative tone. And even though there was a definite air of distance and dominance around Glen and Mantilo.....each and every Shifter that Brandon saw Mantilo touch, or Glen smile at, seemed to gravitate to

I fan myself with my book, trying to think of anything except sex. The problem is… we’re reading a really boring book in English and the teacher wants us to spend the class period reading. Yep, turns out even shifters having boring old books too. And we’re reading some fictional, forbidden love story between a tiger shifter and a raven shifter. Which sounds great, in theory. But the words they use make it feel more like I’m trying to decipher an ancient language. It’s worse than Shakespeare. Phoenix asks who Shakespeare is and even I don’t have an answer for that one. All I know is that I’d rather be reading Harry Potter during English. Or, literally, anything from this century would be grea