Horrorshift Chara Novels & Stories

which was infuriating. Soul shifters may be werewolves but everyone could tell them apart from their ears and eyes. They have fae-like ears, long and pointy, only that their ears are dark, and those who had sucked out people's souls always have dark eyes with a tint of red in them. However, this soul shifter had none of those traits which made them feel like she was more dangerous. Could it be that the soul shifters have found another way to blend in amongst people?

"Shift now—Ember leads." In a fluid ripple, Alya became Ember, her auburn fur gleaming under the starlight, fiery eyes blazing as she bounded forward, a low growl rumbling from her throat. Mara shifted to Storm, silver fur bristling, her snarls echoing as she flanked Ember. Lila remained human for now, her star tattoo glowing white, ready to heal, her heart pounding with terror and resolve.

He wondered why someone with mischievous intentions would be considered life-threatening. Carla shook her head. "Not that simple, unfortunately. Rogues are shifters who have lost their humanity to their beast. They no longer have feelings or control. Their only target is to destroy and kill." The gravity in Carla's words hung in the air, emphasizing the peril that rogue shifters posed in their world.

He threw the man down on the ground before turning to look at the corridor as he waited for Charlie to get up and guide him to the prison. Charlie did not have the courage or the guts to go against an outrageous man like Rayden, he had heard a rumour which was circulating among the guards and from what he heard, it was unclear what kind of shifter Rayden was but many said that he was a wolverine shifter, one of the very first shifters of this kind since there were not many wolverine shifters who were yet to born.

“So Charity is a serpent from hell. I always knew there was something off about her and her family.” “Charity is Moorningstars’ great-great-great granddaughter. Her father is a wolf shifter, whereas her mother is a dragon shifter. Charity can choose to shift into either species. But she rarely ever shifted when her and her family lived amongst the Silver Crescent Moon Pack. I don’t think anyone ever noticed or cared that her mother never shifted. She couldn’t because doing so would have blown their cover. For their plan to work, it was imperative that she never show her true identity.”

Charlotte then lies on the ground as I approached and whimpers, slowly backing away from me. "Charlotte it's okay..." I stop as I hear a soft voice in my head "H... H... Hi, Stefan. I am Harmony! Charlotte's wolf. I am sorry I didn't mean to kill her, but she was going to hurt you! She wanted to kill you!" "That's okay Harmony, come back inside and shift please." As Harmony heads inside, I walk over and check to see if she did actually kill her; she did. "Colin?" "Yes, Alpha!"

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

I ask her. Tesha was one of the poorly constructed hybrids that shifted before we found her. Her original DNA was Lycan and polar bear, neither of which bond with her human DNA. So, her shift turned her into a deformed creature, and it nearly killed her. She still has the scars from that first shift, and she always wears long sleeves and pants to cover them.

I can't help but feel drawn to this being, a strange emotion tightening my chest. I clear my throat nervously. At this sound, the Shifter jumps, as if waking up from a restless sleep. It starts to back away, and even though it looks like a ghost, I can feel a little fear emanating from the creature. "Don't worry... I... won't hurt you. I venture a little closer, watching its movements. Surprisingly, it almost seems to recognize my words, stopping its jerky movements and opening its wide eyes. I don't feel frightened, or even intimidated. As if in a trance, I continue to walk toward the Shifter until I am only inches away.

The Town Hall was open for a gloomy party, no music, no lights, just scary illustration sounds, black lights, candles, Halloween food, and beverages from everyone who donated to the party. They played horror movies all night at the movie tent, other tents were built to be used for a haunted house maze. Psychic readings, spirit summoning, tarot card readings, all sorts of Halloween activities were held at the town hall compound. Charlene dressed as Wednesday Addams. Even with white powder on her face and expressionless face, she still looked beautiful. She used a braided black wig and a black dress, exactly like Wednesday, and said, "I'm dressed as myself ... a psychopath," and laughed.