Wolf Shifter Novels & Stories

Dean hadn’t lied or exaggerated anything about what he said. Oli saw where Dean was going with, and his words reminded Oli that his words were helping repeat history. “Hey, I’m the one telling you how the wind is blowing inside the pack. We have to do something. They’re shifters or not. She was a wolf shifter and now what is she? A bloody dire wolf and I don’t know any other wolf shifter who can stop their shift halfway through the process.”

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.

Late shifters' relationship with their wolf can be described with one word, 'Symbiosis'. The late shifter is the host while their wolf is like a parasite who lives in the host. The wolf lives in them, and they can also borrow its body and shift. But that's it. It's simply borrowing. That's why every time they shift, they go through a painful process like it is the first time.

He raises his hand to slap me. Catching his wrist inches from my face, I smile as a growl leaves me. Shari has been teaching me to control the shift so I can stand on my hind legs. I can shift to either wolf or Lycan. Zarah is special. She holds that ability. Zarah slowly comes forward as white fur sprouts along my arm, long black dagger like claws erupts and I stand tall. Licking our teeth, Morpheus’s eyes widen. Shock and fear display on his face.

Crazed creatures with only one drive: bloodlust. My gaze was drawn to the fifth combatant. The massive black wolf. Shifters were classified by beast—wolf, bear, cat, horse, etc.—but their power was ranked. And this one… its aura was a sickening kaleidoscope of forms, a chaotic storm of potential. It was an Alpha Shifter, one of the rare few with multiple forms. Rarer still were the ones who could process DNA and become anything they’d ingested. This one’s aura screamed of that terrifying, limitless potential. A monster of a different caliber. An apex predator among apex predators.

“How do we do that, if we can’t get near them? We didn’t notice anything before and we were all basically on top of each other in the packhouse.” “That’s the thing. I think we were too close to everything and none of us ever thought about anyone using magic here so it wasn’t something we were looking for. Typically speaking, wolves don't have or use magic. You are the first shifter I have ever seen that can manipulate magic like a witch. Now that we know we need to look for magic, we can approach it differently.”

She suddenly felt his cock changing and the fur touching her back as he shifted behind her into a gigantic blond wolf. He dwarfed her while in his wolf form. Nathan felt his knot forming and pushed it into Lila's pussy, hearing her grunt with the added pressure and stretching of her tight hole. His strokes and thrusts shortened but were no less forceful. He pumped into her quickly. He leaned father across her body and locked his jaws around her neck and bit down hard, tasting her. He heard his mate howl with her first of many orgasms. The taste of her blood in his mouth sent his mind whirling, and he let go of her neck and howled his triumph as his cum let loose into her tight cunt. The thru

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.”

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

I swiped my hands at the men who stood before me, making them hit the way of my office with a thud. They recovered quickly but I already got my gun out of my drawer by that time. I shifted back, my fingers wrapping around the gun properly. Good thing was, it was filled with silver bullets, one shot to the head, they were gone. The two of them looked at each other, their body morphing into their wolf form. Then I saw their eyes. Blood red. They were rogues from the Black Moon pack.