Command Shifters Novels & Stories

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I nodded, not really sure what to say. “Though…I think there are a few more Blood Witches around. Or at least, my father knows of them. They provided some equipment later on. A few things in my father’s office as well as the inhibitors on Emmett and I.” “Inhibitors? For what?” She looked at me sadly. “Shifting.” I stood up, nearly knocking the chair back behind me. She seemed a little shocked that I stood up as well, the potato she had forked was hovering above the boiling water.

With Shadow Soldier hearing, the roar hurts, but the eardrums survive. My body wants to shift, and I fight it. This will be handled as human unless it goes hands on. My eyes burn with fury, and I count to ten silently to control myself. Kill, Ms. Beast pipes in. Oh, shut up, I snap internally. Alden's eyes ignite as he fights his change. I've challenged him, and he knows it. What he doesn't know is that immediately after the change, I have full control of Ms. Beast, and he doesn't have the same control over his. I'm not a "point and kill" Shadow Warrior the first hours after shifting. I'm a thinking, plotting, killing machine more dangerous than he could ever imagine. Ms. Beast knows we can

He says proudly as his face lights up and now I know he has an ulterior motive. "Have you no shame?" I ask him, but he just shrugs and says, "Whatever, let's just play the game if you are not afraid, and whoever loses washes the plate, because left for me, I'm not washing them." "Hmmmn, okay, let's play rock, paper, scissors , right here and now and whoever loses washes the plates." "No, I brought the idea, so I'll choose the game. Let's play card and get this done with."

he said. “Yes, but tell me anyway,” she insisted. “The alpha command only works on shifters, as it takes advantage of the ingrained pack mentality,” he said in a dull voice. “Yeah, to be more accurate, it only affects pack shifters. There are leopard shifters and other shifters that don’t live in packs that aren’t affected by it,” she nodded. “Sure,” he agreed. Rayvin looked at him. He looked back at her. “So?” Rayvin asked.

He commanded me and my wolf. He still thought my inhibitor chip was active? Stupid fool “I don’t think you want me to shift.” I said trying to hide my wry smile. “SHIFT” He commanded again, with a little scowl. “I had hoped to make you suffer, but you leave me no choice if you insist on me shifting,” I smirked.

You're not really making everyone wait, are you? I didn't reply. The wedding march began. Every guest turned toward the end of the aisle. But I wasn't the one who appeared. The hotel manager walked in holding a cancellation authorization. "I'm sorry, sir. Miss Rosalyn Castellano has cancelled all payment authorization for this wedding."

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

My vision tunnels. I’m going to shift. Fuck. I’m going to shift.

All shifters, ten males and two she-wolves, knelt before their leader – Misha. One knee down, one forearm on their raised knee, head deeply bowed. “Successor,” they greeted in unison as Tanner sat, angling himself to face Misha as his men knelt in greeting. Misha smiled down at them with one side of his thin lips upturned. “Rise,” he called out lightly. They all stood, but their eyes remained downcast, their bodies facing Misha, their arms behind their backs, feet planted squarely.