Command Shifters Novels & Stories

I had to put a stop to it, somehow. Climbing up on to the throne, I stand up tall and ask them to stop. “They are not going to hear you like that!” Reaper groans. “Then what do you suggest?” “Shift” “What?” “I mean it, shift. The hunter will be drawn out, everyone will submit and the one that doesn’t will be the one Tasha has gone after. Now get off the throne. I don’t want to break something so nice.”

Uncle Alban covers a snort at the foot of the table with his napkin. I plow ahead with talking point number four. “Shifters are cooperative by nature, so we’re able to implement change quickly. We pivot quickly, too.” “Pivoting” is high value in the current marketplace according to my Human Business Jargon instructor. Alban exhales gustily, blowing out his jowly cheeks. Mr. Shah glances his way. I grit my back teeth. I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests.

"I want one group over here, and another group facing them over here!" "Well, here goes nothing," Seven said as he jogged off, but I stayed on the opposite side. "Go!" Eve said, and the first two shifters ran straight into each other, and both fell backward. They yelped a bit and then went back to the end of their lines. "Anticipate what your enemy will do!" Eve yelled. "Next two, go!" The following two shifters ran toward each other, and one went high, and the other went low, using his shoulder to flip his opponent.

She was well-loved. Until the start of the fifth grade, when their hormones were coursing through their blood. It was there all the changes took place. Shifters mostly exhibit their nature at the zenith of their tenth year. If you’re going to become a reptile, you prefer the heat and summer months to the fall and winter. They wore less clothing during summer, so the heat penetrated their skin, while during fall and winter, they bundled up to the point they were little penguins.

Her eyes flashed to me, a reminder that I didn’t belong, “there’s a valley that separates the compound from the mountain.” “That is where the Shifters have been spotted,” she continued, “they have a medium sized camp, and there’s about 150 of them still. So – after discussions with leadership,” this time a smile pulled at the corner of her lips as her eyes grazed over me. She was close enough to leadership to hear it straight from his mouth – while I had to hear it from her. “The three squads will use a pincer move to trap the enemy, eliminating them before they have a chance to gain momentum and do any real damage.”

"Zander, get your ass out here. We move in 10. You need to get out here and be briefed on our course of action and your position. Dont make me command you son. Remember the last time?" Yeah another thing about an alphas command, he may noy be able to command you to make a sandwich, but he can manipulate his command to include not letting anyone out alive. So instead of just commanding us to "fight in this war" he could say "fight in this war, and make sure you kill every last one of them." Or he coukd be an arsewhole and just say "fight with me, and slaughter the offspring." Yeah no thanks. And besides, its also very painful. It's like you have tunnel vision. Only that command, until you hav

It came loose with a loud thud, revealing a small, hidden space inside the wall. It was just big enough. Cheska quickly pushed the grimoire into his hands. “Hide it! Now!” Ben shoved the book into the compartment as fast as he could. And then— Everything changed. The scratching outside the door suddenly slowed… then weakened, as if something had lost its focus. The growling dropped into a low, angry rumble. Even the whispers faded, replaced by a deep, frustrated hiss that echoed through the air… like something had just lost what it was looking for.

“Let’s go ladies.” I called out, watching the girls move faster than I had seen this month. Cassie, in particular, was moving a lot faster. Once the girls finished their laps, I had them circle up. “Congratulations ladies. We are finally moving like wolves. Now we can up the ante.” “What do you mean by that?” Charlotte, a female that just had her first shift last week, perked up. “Well now, that you’re actually running, and you have built the muscle on. Now we can break off on to shift and non shifted sides.”

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

Because shifting would mean acknowledging the physical pull I was feeling, and acknowledging that would mean admitting that I wanted him, and admitting that would mean being vulnerable again after he'd just established boundaries about my inability to be all in. But not shifting meant sitting here, hyperaware of every centimeter between us, feeling like I was choosing control over connection. "You're doing it again," Eli said quietly. "The thing where you calculate proximity like it's a strategic decision instead of just... existing near someone you care about." "I'm trying not to push," I said. "You're trying not to be present," Eli corrected. "There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. N