Graveyard Shifters Novels & Stories

I smirked. “Oh did I say anything? I don’t know.” I replied with a raised eyebrow at him. I sat on my chair and gestured to David to sit beside me. David was trying hard not to laugh. It was such a breath of fresh air to see his mood uplifted for a change. We had dinner and went upstairs to read the book. We found out that lycans shift later than normal werewolves. Most of the time the first shift is triggered by something important. I looked at him. It was about time I asked him about the bullying in school.

Most of them are dead before dawn can think to come. Then the real turn: the wolves. A few of Greg’s men are not merely men. They are what their blood can become when the moon leans in and teeth sharpen. One of them drops into a crouch, spine rippling, and the shift happens too fast for the untrained to comprehend. A howl slices the night half-man, half-beast and the whole field tilts into a new kind of carnage.

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

"Connor shifted!" Dante runs over, Sera right behind him. Their son—their nine-month-old son—is a wolf pup, looking confused but not distressed. "That's not possible," Dr. Chen says, examining him. "First shifts don't happen this young." "Alpha bloodlines sometimes shift early," Elena says. "Dante had his first shift at four years old. But nine months?" She sounds awed. "That's unprecedented." Connor shifts back to human, just as suddenly, and starts crying. Sera scoops him up, soothing him.

"Scouts spotted movement up there. Movement not animals enough to be too controlled and noise not enough to be humans. One of our drones captured this She handed me a small device. The screen flickered to life. Black and white footage played. At first, I saw nothing but trees swaying in the wind. Then something moved. Something tall and fast slid across the frame. Its limbs were too long, too smooth. It had the wrong shape, as though one had taken a human being and stretched it to be just horrible. And it moved without making a sound. "What the hell is that?" I asked. Tyra's jaw clenched. "Ghost units. Artificial trackers built to hunt shifter blood. Remote controlled. They don't eat, don't

"They don't have scents. They don't make noise. They just... they just step out of the shadows. There are dozens of them, circling the waterfall." A cold dread washed over the cave. Grave-Wolves were the stuff of nightmares—shifters who had died during the transition of the Eclipse or those who had been executed by the Coven and brought back as mindless, necrotic puppets. They were faster than living wolves, stronger, and they felt no pain. "Defensive positions!" Leo roared, his voice snapping the outcasts out of their stupor. "Mara, take the left flank. Archers to the upper ledges. Elara, stay in the center. If they breach the water, you're our only hope."

by the end of the day they would know what I was. They all wore black suits, each one smart and clean, How you do is known about the dragon kings, most powerful shifters in the city. you are either loyal to them, or you were dead. they tended not to give people second chances, don't break the rules and you'll be fine. only I have broken them all, I kept myself hidden, off the radar, breaking the highest rule. all supernaturals must be vetted, they had to go before the dragon kings, Asking for entrance into the city. Only, I didn't do this, to them I don't exist, to them I'm dangerous. could they tell I wasn't a normal person, could they tell I was a super too?

"Sounds like the place is keeping you busy. Let me know if you decide to expand. I have a few warehouses on lower third. You can have your pick. Shit! I almost forgot. I need you to get in touch with Payne. I've got a job for her tonight. I gotta go. Love ya baby girl." "Bye, love you too daddy." I end the call and decide to go find the asshat that thought asking my father for my hand in marriage was a bright ass idea. There's a knock on my door as I round my desk. Shade walks in with a smile on her face. Shade is what the shifter community would call a mutt. She wasn't born a shifter. She was turned by a bite. Thank the goddess it was her fated mate. Turning anyone is against shifter law. I

Atticus sucked a breath in through his teeth as he rocked back onto his heels, shoving his fingers into his front pockets. “Yeah… about that,” Grayson said, causing Gregory to raise an eyebrow. “Let's see, what else, oh yeah, Bear shifters, Vampires, and Angels. Grayson said, hoping to sneak the part about vampires in as quickly as he could. Gregory's eyes widened, and he turned, quickly scanning the crowd. “V-Vampires?” Gregory stammered. Grayson scratched the back of his neck, wondering if the Alpha would faint, attack, or take off when he saw Rion.

I nodded in acknowledgment even though I’d never been here before. Well… not consciously. Maybe a childhood memory lurked. Maybe I’d forgotten. Maybe Valentina erased it. The gates creaked open. Inside the Garden… …was a graveyard. A labyrinth of metal trees, each one hung with shifter parts, claws, pelts, teeth, fur, like macabre decorations. Wolves. Panthers. Boar-shifters. Bear-shifters. Even rare avian talons. A museum of extinction. And beneath them, cages.