Wolf Shifters Novels & Stories

Taking the book I start to read its contexts; The gray wolf pack can shift into a different type of werewolf known as a Lycan, these Lycan can use a high pitch charm that lures their fated mate towards them, his mate can’t resist the charm of their gray wolf, but only can one gray wolf reject their fated mate will they lose this ability.

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."

The bond flared violently, white and gold, sending sparks of light crawling along the walls, and Lyra felt it—the Winter Wraith was here, hovering in the edges of their vision, stalking, testing, waiting for weakness. From the rafters, the councilor moved again, dagger glinting in silver light. Another bolt flew. Rylan growled low, seizing Lyra in a protective lift and shifting fully into his wolf form. Muscles rippled beneath fur that shone with lunar sheen, claws scraping against stone as he bounded toward cover. Lyra’s hands gripped him tightly, heart hammering. “We can’t keep dodging forever!” “We don’t have to,” Rylan growled, baring his teeth in a feral grin. “We fight.”

There’s no judgment in his voice , no lilt of amusement. A reaction so different than what I’m used to that it takes me a second before I can answer. “ I’ve never trained with my wolf. There’s little to no control. We shift once every 2 weeks. If that, some times almost a month between shifts. Wolves act on emotions. From running to attacking everything is driven off the emotion felt at that time. Heretics have to be cold. No emotions.

" I nodded in response then he continued, " A long time ago, some wolves decided to be higher than other wolves even the royal family that were the first shifters otherwise known as Lycans. So they partnered with witches and demons to wipe out the whole wolf race except the rogues and recreate a more devilish race of hybrids and tribrids.

Dead hunters lay torn in shreds their sticky blood frozen into macabre streams. "She's not here!" Ava roared, plunging her blade into the nearest wolf. She tugged the blade out from the whimpering shifter and kicked it away. Her eyes searched the bodies, she only saw black and white fur, no red. The wolf at her feet began to try to lift itself up and crawl away. With a growl, she spun and thrust her blade into the back of its neck, rendering it still.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

Alec takes a moment before telling me more. “There are more than just wolves there. The witch we are working with is mated to one of my guys. That’s how we know her and know that she’s reliable. We also have those that are just looking for sanctuary. My dad opened it up more after what happened with your dad all those years ago.” I didn’t really think about there being other mythicals in the pack. I know there are a lot more out there, but they don’t usually stand out as much as wolves do. It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell.

“Why are you so angry? And how do you know about me?” He raised his brows and licked his lips. “I am sorry if I overreacted. I just—I read a book about special wolves, and you’re a Mars wolf, one who can fight against armies of shifters, one who rules, one who gives birth to the strongest heirs.” His eyes shone bright as he spoke about the abilities, but then they faded when he said, “That’s just such a big loss.” “I know. Believe me, I know. It's all useless now.”

she asks. I frown, trying to remember. “When I was four. I was pretty aggressive with others, but it was only because my wolf is white….” I trail of when I catch the flow of what she is trying to say. Heather bites her lip. “Yes, white wolves have the tendency to be more aggressive. They also show signs of shifting at a very early age. Do your kids go to school?” “They do,” I mumble. Suddenly, the cafe feels very small around me. It feels like the entire room is closing up on me and I can’t gasp for air. My mind is busy whirring up thoughts about Emmett and Edith possibly shifting at school and revealing their identities to everyone.