Bull Shifters Shirt Novels & Stories

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

The shirt was a basic white dress shirt with a stiff collar and green buttons. The blazers were practically the same, other than a slight difference in style between men and women. Also, the blazers were different between the alternative school and the academy. For the academy, it was a black blazer with green stitching and green school logo. For the alternative program, it was a green blazer with black stitching and a black logo.

“Why?” “Just drop it” I step back, wrapping my arms around my middle again. I ignore him, focusing on our Beta as he has us shift and take off to the lake. It’s easy to strip and shift. I kind of hide when I strip to change, and normally no one notices. But Axton does. He blocks me. He stays dressed, and blocks me from view as I strip and shift. He doesn’t look, or seem to care. Then he strips and shifts.

I don't think I will be able to conceal my growing erection much longer. We come across a few more people greeting us, I nod to them as I pass down the hall and take the last pair of stairs. Thankfully, the way Viviane is holding me hides my erection that is for the content of her eyes only. As much as I don’t like other men prying over what is mine, I will reserve myself only for my princess, no other woman will be seeing me naked again if I can help it. Even if I have to shift, I will take the precautions to do so in the presence of my men. I think it is time I take on Alpha Chris’s offer to invest in a new sportswear technology for shifters. His group of scientists found a way to create

The black sheep of the family, minus the actual sheep part. Shifting back, I tug my black shirt down around my stomach. Unlike Wyres, Shifters get to keep whatever’s on their bodies. I’m not sure if it’s because of how we evolved, or whatever, but I’m still thankful. It makes everything so much easier, especially in these times. I can’t imagine how difficult it would be for Shifters to live amongst humans if they were constantly having to keep clothes around in odd places.

The shirt was a tight fitted on him like a second skin and his body looked like it were screaming hotness all over. With a camouflage trouser and a black and white sneakers. He looked like a million dollars. Probably because of the added peace sign chain and his Rolex. " Well if your plan was to eat me instead, you could have actually just given me your house address" he said with a smirk, pulling me out of my admiration trance. I on the other hand was confused. Literally not knowing the meaning of what he just said I had to ask. " Eat you? I'm not a human carnivore. I actually prefer plants in most cases"

Nothing. I look back at the camera. “Aren’t you going to feed me at least!” I demand, narrowing my eyes. Nothing. I head back to the wardrobe. I’ve seen the movies. You can escape through these things. I’m a shifter after all anything is possible. When I open it, I see numerous sports bras, leggings, shorts, trainers and a fucking collar, a mix of grey and blue. Sick prick, I’m not wearing that. Even my underwear is all the same. I also see a number on the back of the band on my leggings. ‘Soley 1,’ I ruffle through them all, pulling them out one by one, all of them stating my name on the back or hip or across my chest. Seriously, what the fuck is this?

Panicking I clawed it away and flung it on the floor only to realise it was Bram’s white shirt from the ball. “Put it on, servants will be in soon as you can’t be in that dress.” Bram was busy putting on a deep blue shirt, with the traditional V-neck slit in it, I couldn’t help comparing his completely smooth chest to his brothers more rugged one and found it uninteresting. He did smell lovely and fresh from the shower though and was clearly on his best behaviour.

A shiver passed over him, and without thinking it through he pulled his coat tight around him, his arms pressing into his stomach in a comforting way. He glanced in the mirror by the door on his way out, and smiled at his reflection. Bo, despite the morning, was well put together, his socks matched, and his shoes, and he was wearing his nicer pair of jeans. The long sleeve turtle neck that he wore was soft to the touch and felt like a comfort layer on his body, Bo also wore one of Oscar’s favorite shirts of his, a long sleeve butterfly shirt that he got at some thrift store for five dollars. The coat was grey, and his favorite. Bo couldn’t remember where he had gotten it, but it was the one