Shifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

But nope, no joy. I skipped dinner, and the last light faded from the sky outside. I’m curled up in bed reading my latest guilty pleasure, a shifter romance called Mates and Memories where the princess loses her memories and becomes a better person. That’s what Enzi needs: someone to smack him on the head, knock his memories loose, declare him a nothing omega, and with some luck, he’d learn some humility like the Princess in this particular story. A girl can dream right?! I feel like he has it in him to be a decent person, sometimes I see hints of it.

The hand suddenly dropped her ankle. "What the fuck?" Sean studied her in shock. When she rolled to her back and they locked eyes, his mouth dropped open. Her eyes were glowing gold, and her body was contorting in front of him. He finally realized what he was looking at. She was a shifter but, obviously, had never been taught how to shift. The change was progressing in slow, agonizing motion.

Each time I suppressed my yearning, the connection grew more profound, like a wildfire smoldering beneath the surface. I knew that I couldn't continue down this self-destructive path, for it was becoming increasingly clear that our bond was something beyond our control. To confront the enigmatic forces at play, I had to acknowledge that sex was an integral part of a shifter's life—a natural release that channeled our primal instincts and desires. It was an intrinsic part of who we were, and it was futile to deny it.

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.

Sienna, present... The thing about my life is that it feels as though I have lived many. From my torturous childhood, to the death of my pack, to being left alone for years. I've seen many things someone would barely see in 3 lifetimes let alone my miserable 1. The fact I'm still here still astounds me. 24 years old and all I've known is misery, distaste and cruel people. I decided when I was able to shift that I would no longer be this awful waste of space person.

My back arched violently, a scream tearing from my throat that sounded like tearing metal. Crack. My shin bones shattered. The pain was blinding. I convulsed, my legs thrashing, but Jax held me down. He didn't stop thrusting. If anything, he drove harder, his rhythm syncing with the breaking of my body. "Yes, little wolf," he panted, sweat dripping from his face onto mine. "Bear it." Snap. My ribs reorganized, cracking and shifting. My jaw unhinged with a sickening pop. It was agony. It was ecstasy. The pain of the transformation blended with the pleasure of his cock driving into me, creating a sensory overload that shattered my mind.

I get a bit attached to the characters and the story, so I tend to slow down toward the end because I'm just NOT ready for it to come to a close. If you are new to me, thanks for taking a chance! I am so very happy to have you here. I'm a multi-genre author, but nothing beats shifter romance. I always come back to it! Please read the CWs and take care of your mental health. This book is very special to my heart and I hope you like it! The paperback will soon be available on my s h o p, but until then I hope you enjoy this small piece of my soul. At any time, if you find yourself struggling mentally, please take a step back. I appreciate you coming here, but at no time do I want you hurting y

The book was just in the living room on the coffee table. She graced me with a smile that dazzled me and left my heart fluttering. “I have a cheesy romance novel about dragons on mine.” “Dragons, you say.” My grin widened. “Yeah,” She blushed as she folded up the wrapper from her now finished sandwich and tucked it under her drink cup. “I like shifter romances.” “Maybe I can borrow it sometime?” I said, watching her cheeks heat up with a blush. “I don’t know, it’s a bit… Graphic.”

"Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies." She stared at the image drawn on the page, stunned when the paper seemed to shimmer and that of Mike Volka replaced the anonymous face. What on earth? She jerked so hard she nearly dropped the book and Mischief dug in her back claws to keep from falling off her lap. Jamie shifted the book on her lap, resettled Mischief and took a sip of her drink. Maybe she should be drinking wine while reading this, just to settle her nerves. Because the more she read, the more th

“I don’t need worship. I just need a date. Preferably one who can keep Damian from trying to ‘accidentally’ corner me for a chat about our tragic love story.” Mara finished the last of her drink and signaled for the check. “Calliope will pick someone good. Maybe someone ridiculously attractive. You know how many men go in and out of her place? It’s like a shifter parade.” She paused, eyes widening. “Imagine if she pairs you with one of those gorgeous wolf shifters she’s always talking about.” Lena choked on her cocktail. “Please. If she sends a seven-foot wolf warrior to the wedding as my date, I will literally die.”