Horrorshift Chara Novels & Stories

Whatever came after this point would be worth it. "She is." Omar finally answered, meeting Lucas' hard stare. "But she doesn't know that. She just thinks we are attracted to each other." "Because omegas don't have destined mates?" Omar was surprised by that. Had Lucas and his team already figured it out? If they had, then perhaps they had some way of helping the women through their first shift. Werewolves were born with their wolven spirit and females could shift when pregnant. Shifting started at an early age when the bones were softer and could develop. Katie, Chloe, and the others had been deprived of those precious years so whatever was to come would be excruciating.

“Woah dude… Breathe, they’re chosen family, not biological. We met in the Guild and chose to be each other’s family. We were all orphan girls and we clubbed together against the posh boys with rich families who would pick on us for being girls, orphans and poor. Charlie is a tall black Human woman, and Serena’s a tiny blonde Witch, and I’m some kind of Shifter, but I don’t know what kind.” Crow takes a second to calm down, then nods and retakes his seat,

******* The shapeshifters roar in happiness as they were able to establish a frequency connection, and a voice sounded from the TV. A voice emanated from the screen, an eerie silence fell over the hall. The shapeshifters, initially filled with anticipation, now wore expressions of surprise and confusion. It was evident that the voice they heard did not belong to Drake Canostus, the powerful shapeshifter they had sought to connect with. Instead, it was an unexpected encounter, a twist in their meticulously planned scheme.

He scrambled up, his face a mask of irrational fury, his hand reaching for the cottage door. Aradaa scrambled to his feet. He saw the "Mother-Code" fading, the Overseer’s grip tightening on Kaelor’s central nervous system. He did the only thing left. He grabbed Kaelor’s forearm and bit down. Hard. His teeth sank through the skin, tasting the salt and the copper of shifter blood. He let his own corrupted bone-code flow into the wound—bitter, jagged data from his own scars. Kaelor howled. The Highland vanished. The cottage dissolved into a heap of grey ash. The red-haired woman turned into a swarm of static and blew away in a phantom wind.

This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy. The king continues despite my silence. "Shifters, like wolves, also have mates. They mate for life and share a strong bond with their mates. A shifter will know when he's met his." I have no idea where he's going with this. "I knew when I saw you, Hera," he says carefully. "What?" I say. "I knew you were my mate."

Akiro internally winced at his messy words. His words just made Heli scowl deeper. “Who the fuck is that?” “Oh. It’s Terrence! From Regia Obsivia? A shapeshifter?” Heli shot his mate a blank look. “Aki, I know he’s a shapeshifter. No one else can change their appearance except for them.” Akiro laughed awkwardly while rubbing his neck, mentally yelling how stupid he was. “Great. Now, I have to live with the fact that Helios fucking hugged me from behind. Gross,” Terrence muttered as he shifted back to his original appearance, his face twisted in disgust.

Coyote shifter, trickster-blessed by Chulëkonsis himself, grinning like the world owed him money and he’d come to collect with interest. Right behind him, Celeste Valentina Morau Tsatoke rolled in on a blood-red skateboard that hovered an inch off the ground without wheels. Platinum-blonde twin tails whipped in the wind, ruby-red irises glowing like twin coals in fresh snow. Vampire blood wizard. No thirst. No weaknesses. Just pure, beautiful, unholy power wrapped in fishnets, a cropped hoodie, and the kind of smile that ended bloodlines. Seras Nakamura (hair literally made of living flame, Lakeside cheer skirt) and Lucian Draconi (copper-scale dragon shifter, shirt permanently optional) bro

Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. With that, Xen jumped into the action. The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once. The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Jack's Alpha senses screamed. He dodged left—too slow. A blade of pure shadow energy sliced across his shoulder, drawing black blood. Charon materialized ten feet away. He was surprisingly ordinary-looking—medium build, forgettable face, the kind of man you'd pass on the street without a second glance. But his eyes were pits of absolute darkness. "The Blood Scar's already killing you," Charon observed clinically. "I'm doing you a mercy." "Yeah?" Jack's eyes blazed gold. "Let me return the favor."

His index finger was bent at an unnatural angle. Kai stood in front of Logan now, shoulders squared, eyes cold and gleaming with something dangerous. His entire body radiated raw, barely restrained violence. He was no longer just some strange, clueless man in Logan’s apartment. He was something else entirely. A predator. Jared gasped for air, eyes wide in shock. “Y-You broke my fucking finger, you psycho!” Kai didn’t blink. “Don't hurt Logan.” His voice was low, a growl.