Werewolf Shifter Novels & Stories

So she didn't have most of the advantages early shifters have. Early shifters in werewolves are favored by their mate and become the same with their wolf on their first shifting. After their first shifting, the pain during shifting reduces gradually until the fifth time when it practically becomes second nature to them, they neither feel the painful feeling of bones breaking and joining back together, skin becoming fur, nails becoming claws, and the mixing up of flesh and blood nor do they have the weird feeling of their body being intruded. That's because, by their fifth shifting, their souls have successfully integrated with their wolves to become one entity, a soul in a body, with the sam

“What’s going to happen now?” “Now, you eat and I’ll talk. I know this is a lot for you, and I don’t imagine today is going to be much easier. As I told you yesterday, the men that came to your house, me, and everyone here are werewolves. Hollywood got some of it right. We do shapeshift, though it doesn’t need to be on a full moon. Though, we have to shift during full moons. We live in a thing called packs with the leader being the alpha.”

" I choke on a breath at his proximity, pulling away slightly. I tilt my head, wondering exactly what I want to know. What I need to know. Might as well start with the basics. "What is this white stuff?" I inquire, my voice still shaking with fear of the monster. "It's called a Shifter," Wes says, the words flowing like melted butter from his lips, "and they're the sworn enemies of werewolves. They are creatures of chaos, death and misery, with eyes that reflect true hell. Invisible to the human and werewolf eye, the only way to detect a Shifter in its true form is to smell it. We are the only species with a strong enough sense of smell.

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

Finally, in self-defense, I did what I would’ve done in the first place if I’d had a brain: I closed out the tabs I’d had open on the laptop full of news articles about world events I’d missed or forgotten, movies that I might or might not have seen, and other nonsense I didn’t really care about, and started researching werewolves. First I read through all the basic info on relatively anodyne encyclopedia sites, but those didn’t have much I didn’t already know. Along with all other shifter types, werewolves healed quickly, had more strength and stamina than humans, and had senses that combined the best of animal advantages (better scent and hearing) with the best of what humans had to offer

Nothing was eye-catching, just more confusing big words that writers used in the old days to make stuff sound more scientific and interesting. “Lycanthropes and werewolves are considered shifters. Although contrary to their shifting counterparts, Lycans cannot transform their bodies into full wolf form. Their transformation is much more excruciating and complex. Their bones break and are reshaped inside their bodies to make them bigger, faster, and stronger. They have a wolf-like appearance but with a humanoid form, meaning they can walk on two legs or crouch and run on all fours, whereas wolf shifters can fully take a wolf’s form and blend with nature.” This surprised me; I didn’t know ther

And at that moment, I felt a transformation stirring deep within my being. A primal energy surged forth, breaking the shackles that had held me captive. With a primal roar, I metamorphosed into a formidable creature—a werewolf. My body expanded and contorted, muscles bulging beneath a thick coat of fur. The once familiar face was now adorned with a snarling muzzle, revealing glistening fangs. My green eyes glowed with an eerie luminosity as they pierced through the darkness, reflecting the relentless determination burning within me. The shapeshifters, momentarily taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, hesitated before launching their assault.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

"I'm fine." "I see you're not well. Tell me what happened." He continued, his voice clearly showing concern. "I'm really fine! Wait for me a moment, I'll come out right away." I tried to calm down. This was the first time I was able to control my wolf. I was really happy. My family were all special werewolves, and I was a special wolf among them. They only shifted on the night of Full Moon, they knew when they would shift so they could take refuge in the forest but I didn't know when I would shift. If I wanted to run away so that others didn't see my wolf, it would be for the rest of my life.