Wolf Shifter Books Novels & Stories

I have seen Soleil jump around in the same way, but the speed and agility of the red-haired witch is superior to my girlfriend. I slip on the wet forest floor as I dig my claws in to slow down and turn around. I do not get any further. Three water balls slam against my body and shatter in the fur. "Bang! Then you're dead too !" Fuck ! I shake off the water and growl. A warning snort comes from the right. A large wolf with dark brown fur and a gap full of bared teeth steps between us. "Calm down, honey. He's just a bad loser”. Gudrun laughs.

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)

She had to be losing her mind. She looked down at the book again and carefully turned the page. "As only a few mythical creatures can claim," she read, "werewolves have been described throughout different parts of the world for centuries. In the last century, several werewolf sightings have been recorded. The werewolf legend has spread across borders, even across seas and oceans. The shapeshifter wolf has the ability to change form at any time. Aggressive energy or anger may increase the likelihood of causing an unintentional transformation, so such shifters are cautioned to practice extreme discipline and self-control. Black and white werewolves, particularly, are also able to maintain the

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

I was no better than anyone else at the table, and neither was anyone else. Rolph chuckled in disbelief. "Is that right?" Elias nodded. "Yes, but I don't like to brag." Elias leaned forward. "So, tell us about yours and Kalyssa's people." "Well, we were descended from the Vikings," Rolph began. "There were witches and wizards among us on the ships. But when we arrived, we encountered wolf-shifters indigenous to Alaska. Soon, our people found Mates among the people, and the Witch-Wolf Hybrid Shifters emerged." He took a sip of his wine. "I am the Alpha of The Winterborn Pack and from a long line of Royals, as well. I wanted to take a Mate of Royal blood, as well. When I heard of Kalyssa, I kn

"You challenge me? Little girl, I was killing betas while you were playing with dolls. I won't shift. I'll snap your neck in this skin." "Shift," I commanded. "Or I'll kill you where you stand." Something in my voice—the absolute certainty of it—made his laughter die. He narrowed his eyes, assessing me. Then, with a grunt of annoyance, he let it happen. The sound of his shift was wet and crunching. His body contorted, bones snapping and reshaping with practiced ease. He dropped to all fours, fur erupting from his skin in patches of brindled brown and grey. Within seconds, a massive wolf stood before me—heavy-set, scarred, with jaws that could crush a femur.

There was one that I stopped dead at and had to read about 4 times before it sunk in. 'The female shifter born of a breeder with a white wolf will be mated to a black one. She will change the world or burn it to the ground.' I didn't know if this meant that I was doing something right or wrong with trying to change the way that breeders are treated. Would I cause an uprising? Would I cause the world to burn? It had me worried about what was happening and whether I was right in my thinking, but I had to be, didn't I? I was doing good, I mean, I was trying to help.

My legs begin to tremble under the weight of my fear. “Don't move,” A voice whispers from behind me. I want to respond that I couldn't move even if I wanted to, but words fail me. I hear a whoosh behind me and then a huge dog appears at my side, growling aggressively back at the predator lurking in the shadows. The dog moves to stand in front of me protectively, its thick black coat shining in the moonlight. It edges forward, snarling and snapping its jaws. Then I see it, bright blue eyes emerge from the shadows. Coming out to challenge my protector. It's at this moment that I realise these are not just big dogs, they're freaking wolves! Why are there wolves here? My mind goes back to the bo

I refused to be a helpless bystander any longer. Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the battlefield in stark relief. A guttural growl tore from Ralph's throat as his body began to shift, surrendering to the primal force of his wolf. His form blurred, muscles rippling and bones reshaping as he transformed. And then I felt it—an undeniable pull within me, a fiery energy begging to be unleashed. Without hesitation, I let go of my fear, my body trembling as it responded to the primal call. Pain and power surged through me, and when I opened my eyes, the world looked sharper, more vivid. I had shifted too. My wolf had awakened.