Chara Storyshift の小説・ストーリー

I asked, and the guy smiled at me. "If we all shift. Half a day we run," he replied, and I looked at our 16 year old. "You are going to ride one of them, right?" I asked, and she nodded, looking at her dad, who also gave a nod in my direction. "Great, we can travel that way," I let the guy know, and we all shifted as he was moving beside a tree to shift. Mitne helped me to make charms for my pack with crystals powering them. They hang around their necks, and when they shift, they adjust in size and store their clothes. And that all the charm does. Further than that, nothing extra.

I asked, to which I was mentaly preparing myself for a very off the wall reply. “Of course I know who I am! I’m Rin the Chimera!” He sounded so sure and so proud of himself. Meanwhile me and Kyle were petrified by his answer. He didn’t classify himself as a shifter, but a Chimera. The way he has been shifting was concerning. He was able to shift one beastly arm and not produce any other animal parts. This sounds like a stage three shift but he seems to be constantly in it. This means he has mastered not just one animal tribe, but the chimera power itself. It is safe to say that he is in fact not a shifter anymore, but soloy a chimera.

“He was actually really excited to meet you. Hes been desperate to meet you for some strange reason the last few days.” “Oh.” Brandon said, and smiled inwardly at the thought that the leopard was happy to have met him....because the feeling was mutual. Then a thought occurred to Brandon and he said. “But if you weren’t angry how did the Shift happen? I thought you only Shifted if you’re upset or in danger.” With a pause Ezekiel shifted on his knees then said. “Well you wouldn’t know this, but there is such thing as a “happy” Shift. “A happy Shift?” Brandon inquired at the new term.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

There was kama being her usual bitch self. Charlie had accomplished the unimaginable she had gone from a human to a shifter after being bitten, the first-ever bitten wolf. Goddess, Naja was so fucked. If the elders ever found out, Charlie would be dead. Standing up and made my way to the opened window and saw two silhouettes running in the distance, one wolf and another small figure with blonde hair, I knew I had to give chaste eventually but I allowed them to go, allowed them the illusion of safety for the time being. I had to report to Naja, and that was a conversation I would give my left nut to avoid. I walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind me. I headed back to my room a

Growling, I lower my head, getting pissed he won't let me past him. "Look up, Biscuit," he says as he points to the sky, and when I see a golden strand of energy flowing from Scarlett's body, weaving above the crowd, branching out in two directions. One branch leads to Theo, the energy engulfing his large frame, which has shifted into his wolf Cerebrus. The other hangs precariously over Charity's body, waiting patiently for her shift to succeed or for her to die before attaching itself in the same manner as it did with Cerebrus.

Like in the movies, when the main character is hit with a flashback as they touch a certain item, or something equally impossible. “It’s too dangerous, little mate,” Azaire suddenly says, pulling me out of my thoughts. I notice he’s looking at me again, with a soft, sympathetic smile. “You’ll have to learn to shift first, just in case.” “Those Rogues aren’t known for mercy, if you can’t shift and they catch you in their territory, they’ll rip you to shreds,” Marco says from the other side of the table, raising an eyebrow at me. “And I like you, so I don’t want that to happen.”

Her breath was hot against my cheeks, when she pressed against me, overwhelming and oppressive. “Oh my, don’t tell me that you imagine the mbuttacre at the House of Heights was the worst attack that’s occurred? Since the peace, yes indeed, because it was an buttbuttination. But that was nothing compared to the horror a wild shifter can wreak when transformed for battle. Tell me, how sweet do your Charms look in their collars and kneeling, but how scared would you be if they shifted right now?”

"My boots cannot stay inside this clinic room for another watch! Do not look at my frame like I am a valley beast!" "Stop running, my sweet pup!" Catherine cries, throwing her arms tightly around Charis's waist right at the exit door to block her escape. "Once your system recovers, the pack shamans can execute magic flesh surgery to remove every single red scar from your skin!" "Mom, my face is a total freak now!" Charis sobs, going completely limp on the floor boards as both females collapse into the dirt together, wailing in deep anguish. "How can my soul face the Shifter Citadel like this? Logan Pierce will never let a hideous monster stand near his alpha throne!"