Wolf Shifter Romance Novels & Stories

I crack a small grin at their little banter, especially after not having seen each other in so long. “Anyhow then, I spent a lovely evening with a male shifter whose blood was positively orgasmic! It’s a rare find indeed. All red wolves are supposed to be of the earth, of the soil or something like that. So they have root scents far more than any other shifters. You’re obviously a sunflower. This guy was like uhmm… Hmm a carrot or parsnip I think. Not overly pleasant, but not awful certainly. Pretty sure he was solo, just a traveler in a touristy spot. I believe he was from somewhere in Denmark though the accent was more like a Norwegian,” she says, tapping her face again.

“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.”

I hurry and sneak off my matching cream lace bra and panties, crouch down and leap into my wolf. Colton turns around seeing that I already shifted and walks over to me. My wolf purrs as he runs his hands through her fur, enjoying all the attention. She nuzzles into him urging him to shift. She wants to meet his wolf. He takes his boxers off, crouches down, and shifts into the largest wolf I’ve ever seen. He’s beautiful. His fur is gray close to his body but whisps out into black. Dark, almost like a shadow, but still alarmingly sexy. I rub up against him, my silvery white fur contrasting against his grayish black, and then I’m off.

"It is nice coming back to the pack... and it's all thanks to you." "So, this must be your daughter, Ivory," the woman said, her dark eyes locking onto me. She stepped closer, extending her arm to gently rub my chin, inspecting me like a prized possession. Every instinct in me screamed to yank my head away from her touch, but seeing the incredibly polite, careful manner my mom was using to communicate, I forced myself to stay perfectly still. We could not afford to offend the person standing in front of us. Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes broke the silence. A wild, massive wolf came bursting out of the tree line, running full speed straight towards us. Its snarl bared teeth that looked lo

" Later I became the sickly wolf in pack and my pack mates started to bully me, they were too big and my wolf wasn't she was malnourished , weak and desperately hungry . Combined with my father's physical punishments it only got worse but this is not all . The day I was told I was going to marry you , you might not believe it but I got a premonition , like a dream . In that dream I ran away from home , too scared to marry a blood thirsty Alpha like you , who's wolf is always closed to his surface and you know what happens when a lone wolf goes out of the pack without an Alpha's protection , they go Rogue . I did too but then one day , my wolf suddenly got off the path and ended up in a forei

“Are you really a shifter?” “Huh?” I shake my head and laugh. “Shifter. Or werewolf. In paranormal romance books, any sort of were or shifter is always described as being warmer than normal humans.” Wes raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “I didn’t know that.” “I’m a little weird. Maybe I should have warned you.” Slowly, he angles his body toward me and brings one arm up, resting it on the back of the couch behind me. “I like weird.”

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

My chest tightened sharply as the control I had held fractured further, and this time, the movement was not mine. It was hers. She stepped forward. Not physically. But in awareness. Closer to him. The distance between us shrank instantly. “Stop,” the presence said. The warning came sharper now. “If you cross fully, you will anchor again.” The words hit, but they did not stop the movement. Because my wolf did not care about structure. She did not care about the consequences. She cared about connection. About the claim. About what she recognized as hers. Kael’s gaze locked onto mine, sharper now, more aware, as if he could feel the shift happening inside me. “You feel it too,” he said.

Her life was bonded to his. The other voice moved to front now “my goddess!” she could hear her wolf say as she shifted on new legs, strong agile, powerful legs. She could feel a rush as electricity shoot down her spine, this body was ready to run. The black wolf arched his large head back and began to howl. She shied away for a second, then another howl joined his. She looked past her mate to see a slightly smaller gray wolf approaching from the woods, she felt her hackles go up, her new wolf body ready to fight. The black wolf, her mate stepped into her line of sight placing his head under her snout rubbing his face against hers. She suddenly felt a rush of calm come over her, and the thou

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.