Bull Shifters Shirt Novels & Stories

"Consider them my apology." I thought of the seventy-two-thousand-dollar blue diamond bracelet he had bought Bianca. "Ethan, if you're going to buy fakes, at least make an effort." His expression changed. "They're not fake." "Then let's have them authenticated." "The shop is in New Jersey. It's far." "My car is outside." Lila finally snapped. "Stop pretending! They're two hundred dollars from a flea market. A woman like her doesn't deserve real pearls anyway. She's rich. Why does she need you to spend money?"

“Yours?” “High end clothing. If you see the bears, come in to clean, you’ll understand they can’t exactly buy off the rack. It’s a common problem within the shifter community. Specialty needs in clothing. Dragon shifter’s are some of the hardest. Some need materials that resist burning, acid. Wolves need clothes with quick releases, can be pulled off, or stretch so that they don’t injure themselves shifting if they’re forced to shift unexpectedly.” “So life for you guys is a little complicated trying to hide all this. Geez, why didn’t you come out before this?”

It gives me chill. I went out and found Zander on a mint green sleeves at the small counter having a good chat with the old lady. It fitted him perfectly, I went near them and I could hear him calling the lady Sarah. He looks almost good except his untidy face. I really don’t like his thick beard that almost hid his neck. “I see that Mrs. Sarah found you a good sleeve. You just need to shave a bit” ,fixing his collar. “You look perfect together, I miss my husband.” , Giggling while she says those words.

I had never seen him before but all I can say is, he is surely stunning. He was dressed in a blue denim and a white T-Shirt that hugged his broad shoulders just right, doing nothing to hide his bulging biceps and muscular chest. And just below his sleeve, there was a tattoo of an animal of some sort...maybe a lion? Or a wolf? I can't say what exactly since I couldn't see it clearly from this distance.

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.

Instead of following her, I make myself comfortable and lay on my bed, hoping she will get bored and go home. Instead, she comes out with a pair of black jeans, a belt with a silver wolf’s head as the buckle, and five coloured shirts. ‘You must try this one on first Boo-boo,’ she smiles and hands me a silver-grey shirt,’ ‘Can’t you just pick one? Then I don’t have to try it on?’ ‘This will be more fun, Magnus.’ Rolling my eyes, I sit up on the bed and remove my shirt. ‘Magnus, my-my, you're so much more masculine than I even imagined,’

He was in it for the long game. A horn blew, the crass sound filling the stadium and the guards that were flanking us began to retreat revealing our opponents. Six men; two were on horses, each holding a flail with spiked ends. The other four men were large and built, some donning large visible scars. They were all wolves except the two largest men that stood a foot taller than the others and they were holding large battle axes. They were bear shifters. Bear shifters were naturally strong, not as quick as us wolves but they had brute strength and when you got hit by one, you definitely felt it.

He moves back behind the tree and I back away, so I don’t accidentally look in his direction as he takes his clothes off to shift. Once shifted I look at his bear form. It is so majestic and beautiful. With his brown and red fur, cute white beans for toes, and there is even a white stripe going across his back. Strange I think that a bear looks different than most, but no different then Soteria with her red eyes and white fur and black toes. Maybe shifter bears are gifted as well? He runs to the bunker, scaring the victims and the traffickers. I hear a few say get the tranquilizer. I immediately run to the bunker from behind, and get the attention of the victims by throwing a few rocks there

The man who had cultivated them into a pack of hunting hounds that could rival even the wolves. The four loathe shadows danced through the throngs of terrified Shifters slicing, biting....hunting. For him. In the flames light Brandon saw one male Shifter take a hit as he tried to slash at the beasts before him, claws as black as the night racked across his chest and he fell out of view. Brandon saw him a moment later shaking, screaming laying on his side as he smeared blood and something black across his hands. He clutched at his chest.

She could always use another long sleeve shirt. “Check out this one,” Cali said, handing Leesa a black silk shirt with red accents over a pair of chest pockets and on the cuffs. It had long, tapered tails similar to the gray one. Leesa studied the shirt. It looked pretty nice, and a silk shirt for only eight dollars was a great deal. The shirt and the leggings would not have been her first choice for a party outfit, not by a long shot, but that’s why she had brought Cali along. And by settling on this combination, it might keep Cali from choosing some of the way more outrageous stuff in the store.