Command Shifters Novels & Stories

With that decision solidified in my mind, I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and picked the easiest to- move -around in clothes to wear, then I checked on Erica's room to confirm if she was still asleep before I walked back to the room I'd found earlier filed with junks. Closing the door behind me, I pushed the table hiding the door away and closed it a bit behind so in case anyone came into the room, it wouldn't be obvious at first that someone was in there. I went to the same computer I used to search on the 'Net and clicked on the secret shifter website Noah had shown that every Alpha creates for their pack. This way shifters who were lost can search, decide to go to the nearest pack,

I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist to move him closer. "With pleasure, my dear." He slides inside, and I feel a slight pain that quickly goes away. One major benefit of being a shifter is that we actually get to enjoy our first time with less pain than a human woman. He stretches my walls with his massive size, and I clench around him when he stops. The way his eyes glaze over tells me this feels as good to him as it does to me. "Alright, little doe, it's time for me to claim you. Do you want to mark me first?" He asks, adjusting slightly so he can move a little deeper. Is he getting ready to come up the back of my throat? Is that even possible?

Aradaa screamed. Kaelor met the first shifter mid-air. He didn't have their speed, but he had weight. He grabbed the lead guard’s head and slammed it into the floor, using the ship’s artificial gravity to amplify the impact. The floor cracked. Silicon brains spilled out like gray pearls. Aradaa reached the Master Console. His fingers hovered over the glass keys, but he hesitated. Hacking was a trap. The Overseer was the network. "Screw the code," Aradaa hissed.

“They are still imperfect.” He stepped forward. Just one step. And the ground beneath the battlefield shifted. Not visibly. Not dramatically. But enough. The ley lines trembled. A pulse of energy rippled outward. And the war changed. Shifters faltered. For a fraction of a second. Just enough. The Eclipse surged forward. Not chaotic. Not reckless. Precise. Coordinated. “Pressure,” he said softly. Maxwell moved instantly. Leaping into the battlefield with renewed force, his movements sharper, faster, guided.

"On your mark,‍ Busola." My fingers​ hov​ered over the primary c​om​ma‍nd interface on the tac⁠t⁠ical sla⁠te. I watched t⁠h‍e⁠ green​ t​elemetry dot​s slide into the p​re-‍calculated kill-zone. Ten‍ meters. Five meters. "Executing frequency‍ shift now," I said⁠, striking the s​cr​e⁠e‌n.​

Violetta screamed, pulling me backward. However, the SUV was moving too fast, its tires screeching sharply against the road as it hurtled toward us. Violetta and I were forced against the roadside barrier with nowhere to retreat, our hearts almost stopping in terror. At the critical moment, a black car sped in from the side and executed a precise drift to block the SUV's path. Riccardo slammed on the brakes with a piercing screech, and the SUV came to a halt less than three feet away from us.

Tyee I let Dakota take over the shift, and he immediately stretched his stretched his paws. “It’s about time you let me shift.” Dakota smirked. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Alright old man, let’s get going, eh?” Dakota snickered as he got down on his belly for Jennie to climb on. Jennie carefully ran her fingers down our back. “I almost forgot how big you are” She whispered. Dakota nodded his head at Jennie for her to climb on. I felt her fingers grab on to Dakota’s fur, and as soon as she leaned forward, Dakota took off.

Nova: “Because she didn’t act like one.” Lucan frowned. “Then why log it like a shift change?” Nova didn’t answer at first. Then “Because that’s how she moved.” “Not like a directive. Like… something people synchronized to without realizing it.” In the command chamber, no one had moved still. But the lights had begun to shift by two-degree increments. Not brighter. Not back to default. Just like they were adjusting to a gentler gravity. Cassian stepped inside the doorway again. Not to check.

It pointed to Kit, then to Siron, and then pressed its hands together. "We need to do it... together?" Kit asked. The shadow nodded. Then it pointed to its own mouth and shook its head. "No need for sound," Elara translated. "So, meditating together with the same intent. That makes sense." "And the third: 'Protection from a shadow that understands.' That's clearly this shadow," Siron said, pointing at the wall. The shadow nodded, then suddenly went rigid. It pointed at the window again, this time with a frantic motion.

Wicked shit. “Whatever,” I said, voice straight ice, no shake. “Message fucking received.” Vicky sucked her teeth hard, spun on her heel, and stalked back to the bar. Hips swaying like she still ran shit. But I caught that tight-ass grip on her shoulders and the tension of a bitch who just got slapped with the reality that she ain’t the only one who can take his attention.