Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

“Well, look at you, Hiru, volunteering to be her partner. I hadn’t made it an assigned one, but with your oh so wise words, you’ve made the decision easier. You’ll be paired with Kataya, and I’ll be assigning partners.” They reached the door. Hiru’s mouth down-turned from being paired with Kataya. “Why do I have to be pared with her? She’s just shifterless. She shouldn’t even be in our school, let alone our town. Elder Solomon says that shifterless are rejects from the moon goddess until they’ve proven themselves.” Ms. Opened the door. “Kataya and Ari, can you please go inside? I’ll be along shortly.” The two children went inside the classroom. Kataya hadn’t wanted him to get into trouble be

Shattered Foundations Barbara stumbled through the city streets, her vision blurred by a torrent of tears. The once-familiar sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis faded into a blur as she fled the bar, her heart shattering with every step. Reaching the sanctuary of her apartment, Barbara slammed the door behind her, the finality of the action echoing through the empty space. Clutching the divorce papers in her trembling hands, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with anguished sobs.

A deliciously torturous tingling in my cunt that I needed to relieve, except Lazarus kept my thighs spread apart and not giving me the chance. I felt his weight shift as he moved on top of me, fire shooting from his fingertips as they traced my lips, coating them in my own arousal. “I think it’s a bit more than that.” He argued condescendingly, “Seems a little bit more than friendship to me.” Suddenly, he smashed his lips against mine, fire coursing through my veins as I met every intensity of his rage with equal fervour. “Do you feel the same way about Colton as you do Emmett?” he questioned, breathing heavily that I felt his existence devour my own.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Three: Protective Fury** Aiden pov I was going to rip someone apart. Not metaphorically. Not as an empty threat. I was literally going to shift and tear into whoever thought they could threaten my mate and walk away alive. The rage coursing through my veins was barely contained, my wolf snarling and snapping at my control. Every muscle in my body was tense, coiled, ready to hunt. My canines kept threatening to extend, my eyes flickering gold without my permission.

For a moment, I let my eyes close, allowing the pressure to work its way through my muscles. Then her touch changed. Softer. Slower. I felt her lips ghost over my neck, her breath warm against my skin. Her hands slid lower, tracing down my chest before expertly undoing my belt. I said nothing. I should have stopped her. I should have shoved her away. But I didn’t. My mind was a haze—anger, lust, the leftover adrenaline from shooting Enzo. She pulled my zipper down, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking, teasing. I let out a slow, measured breath, my grip tightening around my cigar.

"But, if I have to talk to you, then you're gonna have to answer a few of my questions as well." "Well aren't you an opportunist? Trying to turn an interrogation back on the interrogator...?" The Shifter smiled softly, a move that not only emphasized his incredible mouth....but the four slightly sharp teeth, two on each side of his front teeth. Pointy canines that no mortal would ever sport. The sight of them shocked him as much as the Shifters smile tried to charm him. "Fine, let's do this. A limit of ten questions for each of us.....I believe that sounds fair enough?"

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes smoldered and her lips rounded into a beautiful 'O' perfect for? "You've got to be kidding me. You have a boner!" An unfortunate aspect to the life of a shifter: nakedness, because clothes were such fragile, easily lost items. Rule number five in the guy shifter hand book, though? Unless you can do something about it, pretend you don't see the erect evidence. Ignoring his wildly inappropriate hard on ? her fault, she turned him on after all in the first place ? he forged ahead. "There is nothing wrong with a virile male showing appreciation of a pleasing female form in the most visible compliment available."

she yelled at him. “I would never disrespect our Moon Goddess like that. Fated mates are to be cherished.” He told her. “Who is she!?” Tiffany screamed. “I need to know! I demand to know who you're abandoning me for. Throughout all these years, Maximus, I've patiently awaited the moment for you to step up and make me your Luna. I've been entirely dedicated to you all this time. You go out for one final hurrah with your friends, and then you return mated to someone else. For the love of everything, please, reveal who the hell she is?” Her rage was palpable, as her face flushed with anger and her brows twisted into a threatening scowl. Maximus, taken aback by the intensity of her emotions, too

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.

he started again, and I leaned down toward him. “I was what? Kinder, docile, easy to manipulate?” I asked, and he stared at me in shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but I raised my index finger to it. “Shhh. Back then, I was trying my best to keep you away. I didn’t want to ruin you. You’re just so perfect, so stubborn, so beautiful. If only you’d let go when I asked you to…” I leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll tell you an interesting fact about the shifter realm, something you should know about alphas. It’s a topic for one of our next classes anyway, It's also a well known fact, so I can tell you.” I grabbed his jaw and stroked it.