Wolf Shifter Books Novels & Stories

Hundreds of shifters collided in battle. We were fighting for our friends and the kingdom. They were fighting for total tyranny. Delta Marcus shifted, his brilliant black wolf dodging and tearing through anything that attempted to block us from our goal. I could see where Lamia got her beautiful coat and large wolf from, even if she was twice his size, he was still a magnificent sight to behold. He fought with grace, each move calculated but executed with ease and efficiency.

The two seconds it took for Bennett to complete his shift stretched on for what felt like an eternity, I could hear his bones cracking and could see them distorting over his skin at awkward angles. Midnight black fur erupting over his tan skin as if it were burning it away. He was beautiful. I was ashamed to admit that I was a little awe struck being this close to his wolf, to any wolf really. Those who hadn’t yet completed their first shift were kept away from the wolves as we couldn’t communicate yet through the pack link, and wolves were very volatile once provoked, but I couldn’t stop myself, I reached for him. His fur was jet black but in the dim lights of the apartment, it almost looke

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

Only in this way - like a she-wolf, it was possible to at least somehow be distracted. The she-wolf ran evenly, gliding between the trunks of trees, and suddenly, from the side, a stupefying smell came from the side. Whining, she darted in the direction from which a soft breeze blew, but my human consciousness was flooded with a sense of danger, which with difficulty, not immediately, but I still managed to transfer to the wolf's mind. Turning around sharply, at first growling in displeasure, but gradually imbued with a feeling of slight anxiety at first, which I inspired in her, the she-wolf slowly ran towards the parking lot.

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

All I could do was yell, "Run!" The wolf turned around to see me with his beautiful and comforting eyes, he let out a deep growl that echoed through the forest and then turned back to face my dad. Under my witness, I saw the wolf shift. I have heard the tales of werewolves but never in my life could I imagine meeting one. The shift, however, was not as smooth and easy as the tale goes, the wolf’s injured leg trembled and blood burst out from the wound during the shift. It tried very hard to finish the shift and when it was done, the wolf was covered all over with blood.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

Please. What do you mean?” This time he chuckled. “Oh, little one. It’s simple. Our biology tells when the perfect time to shift is. For wolves it’s between fifteen and sixteen. For vampires we know around thirteen sometimes it’s a bit late coming close to fifteen. Witches and fires shift around seventeen and angels shift sometime between sixteen and eighteen. You still have time. Until your eighteen. Your just not a normal Shifter. You still may be human but you could still be a dark angel. If your special you could be a white angel but there hasn’t been one for hundreds of years so it’s very unlikely.”

I loved that she used me to soothe herself as she processed my words. “Does Uncle Harris turn into a wolf?” “No. However, the ability is encoded in specialized genes.” “Given to me by my parents or a mutation.” “Parents.” I could tell the moment this was all too much. “Dr. Sawyer can discuss the mechanisms much better.” “Is he a wolf shifter?” “No.” “Just the people who live here.” “In this area, yes.” “Everyone in the MCs is a wolf shifter?” “Yes.” “Gunnar, Magnus, and Diesel?”

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.