Ya Werewolf/shifter Romance 소설 & 이야기

Ryan positions himself across from me by sitting on the coffee table, which groans under his weight, and says, “I’m a werewolf.” I want to laugh, but the seriousness of his expression makes me realize he might mean it. “That was definitely not on your profile.” Since it’s there, I take a big gulp of wine. “Nobody thought it had to be. Life Shift was set up to find mates for my pack.” I shake my head. “This is for real?” Ryan opens his mouth, growling softly as his jaw begins to grow outward and his canines get longer. Jerking backward, I gasp. “Jesus! I believe you.” I wave my hand at him. “You can put those fangs away, please.”

Some just do it, others cry about how they have to, unfortunately, live with it, as they are afraid of getting cursed. My throat turns more and more dry as I even stumble over articles describing how you can handle such an outrageous misstep of the Moon Goddess, and find magic rites to prevent such a thing from happening. I try to take a bit of comfort out of the fact that most of the posts seem to be written by werewolves, but I remember reading about how they are the shifter creatures who believe in mates the most. They are the most passionate, the most possessive. So when they think that…

They were calling to me, and I intended to claim them. “What do you want?” Her piercing blue eyes locked on mine, unflinching. “You,” I growled, my bear pushing forward as the truth came out. The animal inside me wasn’t going to back down until she was mine—completely. “I’m not a piece of meat,” she retorted, narrowing her eyes. “Can werewolves and shifters mate?” The wolves had abandoned us long ago, but I didn’t expect them to be clueless about our existence. “Yes. I take it there’s no ruby wolf around, seeing as you don’t have a male protector with you.”

She knew he’d be over in a millisecond, following her body with his mouth fair the way she preferred it. Cassie shook her head and diverted the messy considerations into something more sound. She strummed her phone that was sitting adjacent to her and at that point picked it up hastily. “Fuck it,” she whispered. Cassie started investigating the presence of werewolves and came upon a large number of scheme speculations almost other a entirety other species that was able to alter from human shape to creature frame. They were called shifters, and numerous cases of them flourishing had been set on a few gatherings online.

He sighed inwards and left. It had been weeks, and Mitchel had fallen deeply in love with Jason. She had tried everything to make him realize but nothing. Other males in the pack hated Jason for it. Mitchel was their gamma. A powerful she-wolf. She was beautiful and a great warrior. Many would've done everything or have done everything to win her affection, but none succeeded. Now, this guy appears, and she falls in love with him. In return, he doesn't care. He ignores her and treats her like dirt. He didn't even place her in his eyes.

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.

I kicked off my shoes, getting ready to shift when I noticed Megan hesitating. Her expression had changed. She was looking around wildly, her chest rising and falling faster with each breath. “What’s wrong, babe?” I asked, stepping closer. “I” Her voice trembled. “I can’t shift.” I froze. “What do you mean you can’t shift?” “I’m trying. I feel the wolf inside, but it’s like something’s holding her back,” she said, panic creeping into her voice. “This happened before… when the witches had me. They did something, put me under a spell. I couldn’t shift then either.”

Arayah yearned for the connection they had once shared, the warmth of their friendship that had blossomed into something deeper. Unbeknownst to anyone, including Arayah herself, the bond they shared had endured even in their separation. During her captivity in the vampire clan, Arayah had always strived to protect the werewolf princess, driven by a faint memory of a young werewolf boy who had shown her kindness in the depths of the dungeon. That boy, unbeknownst to her, was Prince Amareux.

Anyway, why do I have a talking wolf inside me? ‘You’re not very bright either’ I frowned, slightly offended by my wolf’s comment ‘Werewolves are basically shapeshifters but we only shift shapes from humans to wolves and then back. Whether we are in human or wolf form, we still have the other part in us; just you and your subconscious… you communicate to yourself from time to time through your mind. Your wolf has the mind of both human and wolf and is technically smarter and more experienced than you, I do not know how or why so do not ask. Just think of me as your spirit guide, like in the fairy-tales and you know the fun part of being a werewolf? You get to name your wolf!’ Name you, huh?

Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on. Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left. “Woah...” she muttered breathlessly. The high buildings and modern life was a shock to her. She never thought her pack would ever get this civilized. Well, at least not in her time.