Killershift Chara Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

“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.”

The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor with a metallic clang. Then the colour of her eyes instantly vanished, turning sapphire and bluish. Ceaser rushed for the knife but she suddenly realised herself and rushed in and kissed me. Immediately, a blinding light sized the whole cell and engulfed our captor. He screamed in pure agony before vanishing into thin air.

she chuckled dryly, "I must do everything I am told and I cannot protect myself. Others die to protect me, too much blood on my head" She suddenly exhaled and she probably did not know she held her breath for long. She looked at me and smiled. Behind the fake smile was Lima, a broken girl who wanted to be perfect and fight for herself. Even if I teach her how to fight, blood will still be on her head and hands once she kills people to defend herself. At least, she will be killing bad people. "Blood will still be on your hand and head because once you want to protect yourself, you will have to kill those who threaten you" I said to her.

"I'm not—I'm not helping you kill someone—" "You are not killing anyone. You are just setting up a date to help me save more people." Karma spoke in a cold tone. "Do we have a deal or not?" Mia looked at her phone, then at Marcus, and back at Karma. "Deal." She stood up to leave. "Mia." The girl froze, then turned back. Karma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you double cross me, I will find you." Mia nodded once slowly.

That was just code word for crazy crazy crazy. “Fuck, Madam Vara didn’t tell us you were fresh meat. She told us you were still learning the ropes, and we figured you must have been like us when we came. We didn’t know you had no idea about the shifter realm or anything,” Kian said, looking at me with pity. “I’m sure we must have been creeping you out the whole time, spouting nonsense,” Kai said, and I nodded. I wasn’t going to deny it when they had spent almost all their time creeping me the fuck out.

“Arrangements?” “Yes. There are laws around Keegra. The main law is that entering into any Keegra must be a consensual event between all participating parties. If any participant taps out it must be respected. No action can be taken against a dragon-shifter for injuries,” Gaz swallowed, “or death, caused during consensual Keegra. For us, the law that requires us to make arrangements for a Keegra is that any ranked dragon participating in a Keegra must have a dragon-shifter of higher rank present for the duration.”

Glowera town of Archendia country was close to the capital, Nightingale city. Because of that it had grown beyond limits. Taverns, inns, and marketplaces kept appearing one after another, making the town lively and crowded. When Victoria opened her eyes, her body trembled as the memory of pain rushed back to her. Her hand moved to her stomach at once, searching for the deep cut. But it was not there, as if it had never existed in the first place.

Three corrupted shifters circle her, their movements predatory and calculated. “Run!” she snarls when she sees me. “Take him and RUN!” “I’m not leaving you!” My voice tears out of me, raw and desperate. “You don’t have a choice!” One of them lunges. Kira meets him mid-air, her jaws snapping shut around his spine. The crack echoes through the room as his body goes limp. She throws him aside just as the other two attack. They move together. Coordinated. Trained. She fights like something unstoppable.