Killershift Chara Novels & Stories

“C’mon, Cal. You have to go to class. This is an academy,” Ajax, my best friend, arguably my only friend, says. “Why? It’s Elemental Manipulation. What can Kaylani possibly teach me that I don’t already know?” “Charlotte will be there,” he says in a sing-song voice. Charlotte is a fox shifter and she’s as foxy and cunning as her animal spirit. I like her a lot. I like how adventurous she is in bed even more.

"If Marcus can't submit the key—" "Go," Nyla said again, to Cameron. Then to Dominique: "Can we submit his key for him?" "Only if he gives us the key string directly. It's a forty-character code. He has to give it to us." She picked up her phone and called Marcus. It rang. She looked at the clock. Twelve minutes.

“You can have everything you need for free.” Bella still said nothing. Instead, she slowly raised one hand. A waiter immediately approached. “Yes, Madame Ortega?” he asked politely. Bella finally spoke, her voice calm and firm. “I want to eat in peace.” “Of course, Madame.” The waiter nodded before turning toward Ralph and the others. “Please, sir. Your table is this way.” He gestured toward the other side of the restaurant. “How dare you!” Matilda snapped. “Do you even know who we are? My son is the CEO of K-Line Shipping!”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

After all, her mate was the embodiment of unpredictability, surpassing anyone she had ever encountered. Killian , sensing her reluctance to speak, posed the same question once again, his eyes fixed on her, awaiting a response. Yifa , after a moment of contemplation, simply gazed back at him, refraining from uttering a single word. It was a silent affirmation that she was, indeed, fine.

Eira backed him up. Devika eyed those two suspiciously but didn't question further. She then started talking about other things and Eira and Maceo heaved a sigh of relief. What a close call! Devika suddenly and randomly says nonchantly, "Eira try not to fall for Maceo's boyish charms he swings the other way. He's not interested in girls" Which had both Maceo and Eira choking on their food. "Oi Dev! Do you have a death wish!" Maceo screeches after he stops coughing from his near choking accident.

Erden curses, pressing his back against the wall and tilts his head back. "I'm so sorry." Tamarra mutters in sobs. Her voice sounds like an echo in my head. I try hard not to cry my heart out right now. I plop down on a chair and hold my exploding head in my hands. I feel a supportive hand rest on shoulder. I look up and see Azure smiling at me. "He is going to be fine, I'm sure." I nod, trying to believe in his words. Azure takes a seat by my side and right now, I just need a shoulder to cry. Gulping the lump of jitter climbing up my throat, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes tightly.

I felt a warm hand wrap around my wrist and spin me around, the sparks running down my arm confirming my fears. I turned to lock eyes with a hostile Alpha Killian. His typical silver eyes were fully black, and I knew it wasn't with lust this time. His full lips were pressed together so tightly I wondered if they'd bruise. I knew he had recently shifted back into human form due to the pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and his shirtless torso that threatened to draw my attention I bit my tongue until the familiar coppery taste filled my mouth. "What do you think you are doing?" Alpha Killian spoke each word slowly, filling every syllable with his deadly tone.

Spellbound, the only thing that he wanted in that moment was to let his body speak to her in a language entirely its own. Lightning traveled up his arms from her frozen body and he let go with a gasp. “Charmer!” he hissed, and gripped the hilt of his blade. It was all he could do not to kill her on the spot. Of all the woman in the world Rihlia had to call friend, why one of them, one of the few guaranteed to be trouble to the males of his kind? “What?” She looked confused. Could she be ignorant of her curse? It would not save her. He had sworn not to harm her, but it would not stop the others. They would kill her. A charmer was a temptress, a siren, poison.

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