Wolf Shifters Novels & Stories

I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange. “The Winter Wolves are the closest thing we have to royalty. They don’t sit on thrones or wear crowns but their bloodline can be traced back to when shifters first settled in America. The stories say they came from cold climates which is why their wolves are always snow white and why they settled in Alaska, apparently, if a Winter Wolf leaves the Pack and they don’t meet their fated mate, they are drawn back to Alaska like some kind of magical pull.” Flora flattens out her skirt while speaking so she completely misses the way I drop

Cilyna thought before throwing the vampire she had been tussling with into a witch running towards her. "Blue Moon shifters! I've heard of them but I thought they were only myth." Jake, Ciaran's beta, spoke up through the link. "They rank with the hybrid. All eradicated before given the chance for life." Ciaran said. Two howls broke through the air, loud and clear. Somehow Cilyna knew it was her children. With their howls, all the vampires in the area feel to the ground curling in on themselves before turning to ash were the lay. Cilyna could see that Ciaran's huge white wolf was struggling to stay standing, whimpering and pawing at his ears. As the silence enveloped then again, Cilyna looke

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

It was a moment for Avery and her mates to connect on a deeper, more primal level. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. They made their way to the edge of the forest, the cool night air filled with the scents and sounds of the wild. Avery felt her wolf stirring inside her, eager to break free. With a deep breath, Avery let her wolf take over. Her transformation was seamless, her body shifting into her sleek, powerful wolf form. Her mates followed suit, their forms morphing into majestic wolves, each unique in their own way. Shane’s wolf was a commanding presence, strong and authoritative. Cruz’s wolf was lean and agile, exuding a sense of raw energy. Sean’

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

King of the Wolves is able to connect to every wolf with his mind. His aura is strong enough to feel from long distances. The White Wolf is the largest and strongest wolf in known history. The King has accelerated healing capabilities and can only be killed by a pure silver stake to the heart. There have only been a handful of White Wolves , most are born in times of war or disharmony between the werewolf communities’. I had always wondered why I was born in this time, I knew there had been some trouble in our pack but nothing that would require a King. Perhaps something else was coming that I had to stop. Seeing how powerful the special wolves were made me nervous about my wolf though, esp

Was he as cold and rude as Greyson was? He's the same. Greyson is an alpha. Alphas wolves are...well, themselves. So...Greyson's wolf is...Greyson? Yeah. When a werewolf is born, they will either unite with their wolves and create one being...thus becoming an alpha, or they will create two personalities. Most werewolves fall into that category. Huh. So...if I hadn't blocked you as much as I did, we might've been an alpha? Maybe. There's no way of knowing now.

Jacob being of Alpha blood he was next to run the pack. When he met Kathy he was already Alpha for 2 years, it didn't take long before Kathy fell in love with Jacob and, took her rightful place next to her mate as Luna of the pack. About a year after Kathy took her place as Luna of the pack she became pregnant. They were excited about having a pup and growing the family and the pack. Luna Kathy and Alpha Jacob had a little girl named Lacey Williams. As Lacey grew they soon Learned that Lacey was a special girl because, she shifted into her wolf at the age of 5 when normal wolves don't usually shift into there wolf until they are the age of 15 or older. Two Years Later...

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.

"Miss Emily, your fate is bound to greatness." The tribe's elder witch spoke, her voice like cracking ice, her cloudy eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "You were born with a sacred gift—the rare ability to bear powerful, pureblood wolf pups." Her prophecy spread like wildfire the moment I entered the world, echoing far beyond our tribe, rippling across the entire North American continent. As I neared adulthood, werewolves from every pack came to court me, each hoping to mate with the legendary she-wolf who could grant them a bloodline of unmatched strength. Among them, Leon of the Silvermoon Pack emerged victorious. Ruthless, powerful, and backed by the might of his clan, he claime