Graveyard Shifters Novels & Stories

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

“I mean, you have been looking at werewolf prophecies. Maybe you should be looking at shifter legends or prophecies instead.” She had a point. “Yeah but how does this story relate to Lamia? I don’t see it”. Tyron was the one to ask and, surprisingly, Zane was the one to answer, “Because she carries the gene of the firstborn, Duh! Mike, didn’t you say Dire wolves are said to be the first shifters and her wolf spirit claimed to be a descendant of the moon goddess?” “Yeah, that’s right….” Mike's eyes narrowed and he hummed mulling over something “Tawny, you just got yourself a job,”

Until now. Shifting into drive, I hit the gas a little harder than intended. Gravel tumbles underneath the tires, keeping me from moving for a second before the Volvo takes off. I manage to turn around, easing up on the gas and finally hitting pavement to pass the cemetery gates. It's still pitch black outside but I'm beyond positive it shouldn't be. I've been gone for hours. This is insane. Nothing makes sense. The Watchman. My dead brother-at least I think it's him-back from the dead.

Chapter 35 In-between Ezekiels battle the tables had turned quickly on his sibling, as the tides often turn in battle. The third Ghoul, with a bloody, milky hole in its sides gave its last into killing or lashing out as much as it could. Two unfortunate Leopard Shifters laid in the dirt.....screaming, clawing at their chests or arms as the poison quickly branched across their veins and finally reached their hearts.

Three silver daggers are embedded in his chest, he isn't going to make it, and my body shakes with anger. My mate's cold glare is on the men and they stop just a few feet from us. They are intoxicated with something very strong and their eyes are vain, with no emotions. They look like puppets Even when they speak their voice is mechanical " We want her," One huge guy with piercings points at me. Nikolai growls and slightly pushes me behind him whereas I refuse to hide behind anyone in my life, never again. "Who turned you," Growls my mate. Shifter Slayers are shifter hunters who are turned by an Alpha either mistakenly or by choice hence they are stronger than an average wolf and still have

"Why would I need three months to wipe out a nest of flimsy ghouls?" "Because," Mars explained, his eyes flicking almost imperceptibly toward Charlotte, who looked away, "one, we're not just dealing with ghouls, there are shifters involved too. And two, we need to find the person behind this." Charlotte’s blood ran cold. 'Does he know? Impossible.' "Yes, it's obvious someone is orchestrating this," Yver agreed, "but shifters? They've been extinct for over a hundred years." Mars nodded. "That was true, until someone forcefully brought them back. Now they're like mindless zombies."

"Get them to the ravine!" Shadows were pouring into the main entrance. Massive, hulking shapes with eyes like burning coals. Thorne's vanguard. A wolf the size of a bear, with grey matted fur, lunged at a young male near the fire pit. Jaws snapped, and blood sprayed across the stone floor. I didn't think. I shifted. The pain was a dull roar now, familiar and quick. My bones cracked and reshaped in seconds. I hit the ground on four paws, the silver wolf taking control.

"So we aren't blessed? We’re just a bunch of cursed ghosts in human skin?" "The story changed over a thousand years to make it easier to swallow," Sombra says. "The Lycan Shifters became wolf shifters. They built packs and invented traditions to hide the truth of their origin. We are the result of a magical crime, Alanza." The silence that follows is deafening. I feel like my identity is being rewritten in real-time. If we are just a mistake of magic, then none of the rules matter. "But what does any of this have to do with me specifically?" I ask. "Why am I the one hearing this?"

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs. "There are shifters of just about every animal you can think of: wolves, panthers, lions, tigers, bears, and many more. We try to keep our true selves hidden from humans unless it's necessary because it could cause a lot of problems for us. Shifters have mates, what humans would call their soul mates. When we find our mate, we mark them and become fully mated. This means that we will be together forever." Shaun tells him. Jon doesn't say anything for a few minutes, then shrugs.

KYLA’S POV The weight of the battle was finally starting to settle into my bones like lead. My muscles screamed with every movement, and the light from my scars was dimming, struggling to keep back the black fog. For every undead shifter I dragged into the earth, another one seemed to crawl out of the shadows. Their hollow, green eyes were fixed on me with a hunger that felt like cold needles stabbing at my skin.