Novel & Cerita Shifter Romance

"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

But then, this was Shifter City. According to the intel we’d been given, everyone who lived here was either a shifter or had descended from one. Only the very rich could afford clothing enchanted to form smart collars when you shifted into your alternate self and to snap back into place around your human form when you shifted back. I doubted that magical technology had changed that much over the four decades. Instead of walking in the direction of the gnarled oak, Griff took me to his Range Rover and opened its passenger door. I glanced up at him to be sure, but when he nodded and smiled, I climbed into the front seat.

“I want a man who wants that as a priority. Marriage. Kids. The whole nine yards.” Gerri scrunched her nose in thought and then smiled. “I think I can help you there as well. So you are okay that my male clients are shifters? You know that’s the kind of matchmaking business I run.” Her hands shook again. She couldn’t stop the excitement dancing in her veins. Shifters were hot. Like nuclear-bomb-explosion-in-her-panties kind of hot. One who wanted babies as much as she did would be perfect.

“What happens when a marked shifter undergoes the Lycan ritual?” The older woman had been standing beside Aislin, her mid-length silver hair hanging loosely around her face, her gentle lilac eyes wandering between all of us. She folded her arms pensively. “It would be detrimental for both parties,” said Muriel, “interrupting the telepathic bond by emphasizing the physical aspects over the mental. It would usually include discomfort, agitation, pain, all sensations associated with the lycan’s hybrid form. Lack of control as a lycan would counteract the blessing of the marking ritual. Instead of harnessing the full potential of a shifter’s beast, they become… monstrous, feral. Stronger at the

She did warn them after all, and they could not get too greedy too soon. “I’m sorry…Isyr’s a little bit too eager to meet you himself,” Damian apologised with a smile, but got pulled in for a new kiss as his only response. Shay, afterall, knew all there was to know about shifters and their wolf counterparts, but right now she did not care one bit who she was talking to as long as they were both here with her, kissing…touching…definitely not talking; at this moment she was silently taking back everything she told Damian in the beginning. She wanted him, and wanted him bad…suddenly the way of the wolves seemed a much better way.

“Are you really a shifter?” “Huh?” I shake my head and laugh. “Shifter. Or werewolf. In paranormal romance books, any sort of were or shifter is always described as being warmer than normal humans.” Jon raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “I didn’t know that.” “I’m a little weird, maybe I should have warned you.” Slowly, he angles his body toward me and brings one arm up, resting it on the back of the couch behind me. “I like weird.”

His arrogance was his downfall, Aurora had been debating with herself about what to do with him, he was undeniably attractive as all these damn Shifters were and it might have been once being the girlfriend of the Captain of the football team. 'Why did they all have to be so fucking arrogant.' She thought angrily even as her body was responding to his when he deepened the kiss teasing apart her lips and plunging his tongue into her mouth dominantly he was clever before she knew it he t

I know every scar, every curve and hard line of muscle. Memories from four years ago threaten to push me over the edge. I can’t banish them, not this time. There was a time when I loved him with a kind of passion I hadn’t known existed. The shifters call that the mate bond. Vampires don’t have a word for it, and that’s a shame… because it’s as beautiful as it is heartbreaking. I shake my head as he grips my upper arms, leaning down to shelter me with his body as I start pulling apart at the seams.

They never really interacted in the past, Gertrude actually tried to avoid him since she started high school. "A shifter should be with his mate, Gertrude. Mates get married and they have pups. That's what is expected of a female mate, she has pups," Fennick went on, starting to sound more arrogant the more he spoke. "What if a shifter's mate isn't a shifter? What say do I have in this? None?" Gertrude continued, starting to point a finger at him. She could feel something stirring in her stomach. Was it disgust?

“What does it mean?” “Wolf-shifters only have one partner in life… it’s the love of their life, and it’s all or nothing with shifters.” Alexander patted Leonidas, “You and November had been fated for each other, the only thing is that November knows from the start because she’s a shifter. We always know who we were fated for, she just… let her instinct take over, let her wolf inside her consume its need to mark you without you knowing. Without you understanding and without you knowing the whole truth.”