Ya Werewolf/shifter Romance Novels & Stories

" “Under most circumstances, it means you're a very lucky girl. Clara smiled. “Shifters, especially wolves, are caretakers. They are fiercely protective of their mates and will do absolutely anything for them, including taking a bullet if that's the case. Is it a bite I see on your neck? I pulled the collar of my shirt down so she could see the red mark on my collarbone. “Oh. I see that you have an immediate need for this information. Werewolf mating is pretty straightforward, by shapeshifter standards. Werewolves are generally male and are instantly attracted to human women who possess the wolf genes. Many werewolves speak of a magnetic pull or energy flowing through their veins when they m

Some in the front shifted uneasily. "Wolf Bay was never the family we were told it was. We were never a strong pack. We were a pack locked away from the rest of the world, run with fear and deceit." I gazed at familiar faces, people I’d known my entire life. I knew them, even if they were conditioned not to show kindness to me. "Wolf Bay should be a place we’re proud of—a place where everyone can thrive, learn, and grow. And none of you should be trapped here. Did you know that outside our borders, shifters have their first shift as early as thirteen?"

As a shifter, I rule and lead my pack. New York bows down to me, and unlike some books one might read about the human and wolf world, it is quite different in our world. The werewolves are situated in Florida (Orlando, Tampa, Miami), while the shifters, like us, who can shift at any time regardless of the moon, are situated in New York. Both packs are united but have one enemy. "So…where is the bride-to-be?" Calder chuckled slightly. "She's upstairs with her mother. Mavis can go check on her if he wants to. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

she whispers persuasively, ready for the whole of me. Her words ignite something primal within me. I press my lips to hers, my eyes gleaming red. I release my werewolf form, but I don’t completely shift into a wolf. My wolf teeth elongate, hair sprouts across my face, and claws emerge from my hands as Kris takes over, eager to claim his mate fully. Finally, we give in. I grunt, driving harder and faster into her as she moans loudly in pleasure and pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But we only go faster, reveling in the euphoria of our fulfilled desire. She touches me, but I grip her hand, pinning it above her head as Kris grunts in pleasure, savoring the moment. Wolves crave two things:

She figured it couldn’t be a mere coincidence, but still, all she found were myths and theories about them, nothing of certainty, until she found an article of someone claiming they were real with a vague picture attached. The comments under the article were discouraging as they called the writer all sorts of names, but Avery still read through the article. ‘Lycanthropy is real.’ It reads. It talked about how they weren’t that much different from them; sure, they were faster and stronger but they looked very much like any regular humans, the difference being they carried a different side to them. A wolf spirit, granting them the ability to shapeshift. “Werewolves are probably the most romant

Thalia Being the darling that she was, she offered to show me hers first. That way, I will have an idea of what to look forward to. I already have an idea, okay? But no physical experience. I have been reading a lot about werewolves and the shifters' world. It became my newfound hobby to learn everything about them. Elena and my lovers also answered all the questions I had to ask them so when it comes to knowledge about the shifter’s world, I knew a lot but that doesn’t mean it will be easy to see the men I love and have been fucking as animals.

A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that? “A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?” “Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.” I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.

“Is that what you do?” “Sure do.” “Shut up,” she said, delighted at this tidbit of information. “What kind?” “Oh, military romance, all the way. Some romantic suspense, maybe the occasional paranormal romance.” She laughed aloud. “Vampires?” “Nope. Shifters. I’m very partial to wolves. Shape-shifting, growling wolves that move in packs.” “Shut up,” she said again. “OK, no. I’m totally lying. I’ve never read a racy romance in the whole of my life. But I had you going for a minute there, huh?”

“I know everything. I know what a mate is, I know who you are or rather… what you are.” “What… how? No… he didn't. How did you find out,” she grabbed my hand aggressively. “I guess it's time for me to drop the act. I'm done playing nice with you,” she drew closer her voice low and threatening. A chilling smile spread across her face. “I’m a werewolf, Auriana. We're alone in this room, and no one’s here to stop me. I could do whatever I wanted with you—” she snapped her fingers close to my face, “—just like that.”