Wolf Shapeshifter Books Novels & Stories

The other werewolves also helped in getting them to safety. The sky was clearing out, meaning that the werewolves were some minutes away from transforming back to their human form. Seeing that the cubs were out of danger, Anya turned away from the hunters to head to her cave when she heard the gunshot. The bullet was headed straight to her, but there is a reason a werewolf is different from a regular wolf, it is faster and stronger. There is also a reason why an alpha is the leader of a wolf pack. He is faster, stronger and reads minds. Anya is different. She is everything an alpha is and can control mere objects. She only had to glance at the dangerous substance headed for her head and it

I slam the book shut, the echo loud in the stillness of the library. Dust blooms in front of me, making my nose wrinkle as I sneeze. My chest tightens as I stare at the worn cover, my mind churning. There’s only one way to know the truth—whether I’m an omega or an alpha wolf. I have to shift.

"They are likely following you by scent as we speak. How do you think they will react once they find you? Have you ever seen a wolf take down its prey, young warrior?" Leif's eyes bulged. His mouth worked for several seconds before any sound came out. "That is not true. Those are only stories to keep children from roaming. There are no such thing as shapeshifters," Leif protested, but Astrid could see the fear playing behind his eyes. "I assure you, it is no fairytale. I have seen it with my own eyes." Her amber eyes bore into his with a burning intensity. "Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?"

Within seconds, she and Finn were surrounded by more than forty of the creatures, all with their heads down menacingly and golden fur spiked down their spines. She stepped back, stunned by their terrifying beauty. Almera's immobile body hadn't prepared her for the shifters' overwhelming presence. The lycan' shoulders extended over her waist, and their bodies expanded out, resembling those of massive lions rather than wolves. Their coats gleamed reddish even in the night, their heads were narrow triangles that reminded her of wide-open areas rather than dog parks; and their eyes were a vivid, lively amber.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

That’s when something I never thought I’d experience again happened, something that should have been impossible. Clamping my eyes shut it happened quicker than I could have imagined. Opening my eyes I felt a coldness as her mist began to retreat, expelled from my body as my wolf shifted. The witch’s eyes widened in a shock that resembled my own. Standing on all fours she threw another spout of red mist towards me, this time darker in colour. Tilting my head towards the moon I howled. The action had the witch flying backwards smacking into the wooden fence. Stalking forward I stomped my paw on the ground sending her tumbling back over as she attempted to get up. As I blinked, she shimmered. A

She let herself down and allowed the spirit to go into her. She groaned as she changed Into a huge wolf, the size of a lion. It was strange, for a newly formed wolf to be as big as she was. Something was behind it and the answer wasn't far-fetched. She was a mixed breed... Daughter of a werewolf and a witch. She's a were a witch. A rare breed, born once in a century.

I had laid eyes on her through the window coming off my school bus. Alexi's brother, Alexander, bent down to pick Alexi up, which made my wolf's growl. Alexander jumped back at first, but then he saw me and raised his hands in resignation. As I shifted back into my human form, I picked up Alexi. The wolves bow their heads to Alexi as I take her to the pack hospital, including her dad, the King. Alexi's point of view:

I struggled to rip my hand from his grasp again," Gerwulf if what you say is true then you need to reject me. I'll only be a danger to the pack." Gerwulf's grip tightened and his face hardened," NEVER say that to me again, El. The moon goddess put us together for a reason. I think you often forget that I'm only half a wolf... which is to be expected. You've spent so much time around me that it's not shocking to you like it is others. Witches and shapeshifters can benefit greatly from one another. If you can learn to shift and control it we could become a great force to behold on the battlefield. You'll feed my magick and be able to hold your own against others."

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)