Graveyard Shifters Novels & Stories

Miles: Jade, your mom has something to tell you, okay? Jade's pov, okay if mom's gonna tell me something, why are the quads here or anybody really. Lilly: okay well I guess there's not an easy way to say this but your dad was a shifter and that means that you are going to be a shifter your uncle is a shifter the quads are shifter blames a shifter Shawn's shifter The twins are shifters everyone here pretty much a werewolf.

This time to make sure that they fulfil their revenge to the end and right now, one has already started its blood crave. The Kingrad stood tall as it stared at its prey. Watching out for their movement so that it could catch them off guard. Oh yes, it couldn't wait to hear the crack of their bones. **********Notes********** The Necklace Glossary: Shifters- People who can shapeshift into animals. That doesn't make them less of a human. Not all shifters have abilities. Some find a way to create their abilities. The royal families are the ones that are always blessed with unique abilities.

"Hey, it will be fine. Just so you know, in attendance there will be wolves," "Obviously," I said rolling my eyes. "Vampires, witches, fae, lycans and other shifters." I knew what she meant by other shifters. I love to read. Shifters are humans who possess magic and can shift into objects or animals. Some are even elemental, but that is rare. I was nervous about them being there but excited to meet them all. "What about the coronation? I can make sense of some but not the rest." "Hmm, let me see." Jenny closed her eyes to replay the memory.

They didn't attack with claws; they struck with Amnesia. When a Shade touched a shifter, it didn't draw blood. It took away meaning. The victim would stumble back, their eyes turning gray, forgetting their name, their bonds, and eventually, their ability to maintain their form. In moments, a proud warrior would dissolve into a puddle of salt and static. "Don't let them touch you!" Kael roared, his obsidian blade glowing with a frantic, dying light. "They aren't physical! They're data-ghosts!"

Kurt snarled, pointing at Dirk, a look of complete disgust mixed with confusion on his face. "We're dead..." Tricc mumbled weakly, feeling faint. Their shifts began then, all four of them. Claws broke through their skin, teeth ripped from their jaws, and fur sprouted outwards. First, the triplets shifted into weretigers, then they shifted into Lycans. Meanwhile, the werelion had finished his shift and now stared up at the giant Lycans, towering over him, with multi-colored eyes glaring daggers down at him, blood-red fur standing on end.

“And from where I am sitting, we are dealing with something neither of us understands, and you are too stubborn to ask for help." He turned to face her too. Now they were face to face, too close “I know what it is,” he said Lydia blinked. “You do?” “Shadowbreed,” Ethan said standing slowly. At least, that is what my family calls them. They are ancient. Predators that feed on shifter energy. They can take any form, mimic anyone perfectly." "Like shapeshifters?" "No." He shook his head. "Worse. They do not just copy appearances. They consume their victims. Take their memories, their mannerisms, everything that makes them who they are."

Their bodies were thin and cracked, like dried-out lizards, but they moved in short, jerky twitches that made my skin crawl. “That’s them,” I whispered hoarsely. “Time Shifters.” I recognized them from one of my most disturbing lectures, a class taught by a werewolf elder who specialized in spirits and unnatural creatures. Time Shifters were ghosts that lived between moments, feeding on what was left behind when time paused. They didn’t kill outright. They consumed seconds, minutes, years, whatever they could take. Stopping time was their trick. Feeding was their reward. But their power came with limits. They could never leave their territory, not even once. And to activate their ability, th

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

"A way to move without alerting the Eclipse." I opened the first page.The ink pulsed with a faint violet light, as if her very essence had been pressed into the parchment. To the Heirs of the New Dawn: You carry the weight of a world that has forgotten how to breathe. To the modern shifter, the change is a roar, a violent explosion of power that alerts every predator for miles. To the Monarchs, the change should be as silent as a shadow falling over the grass.