Psycho Shift Novels & Stories

He looked so heartless, so utterly unaffected. She opened her mouth to spit another curse at him— But the words never came. Suddenly, the cold arrogance on Gabriel’s face fractured. His eyes widened, the pupils contracting violently. He staggered a step back, his hand flying to his temple as a low groan escaped his throat. Inside Gabriel’s mind, a physical explosion seemed to detonate. The white fog that had blanketed his memory for months was violently ripped apart. A rush of images, sounds, and emotions flooded his brain all at once.

Brock would have to be briefed; he could deploy a team to delve into that mystery. Yadiel's gaze on me was unsettling, his mind a cesspool of repugnant thoughts. Mastering this power challenged me; I could intercept every shifter's inner voice, though, thankfully, humans remained silent to me. Sure, the pack link offered the convenience of a mental barricade, but this new psychic terrain demanded the construction of a mental fortress. It was an exhausting feat to filter the voices and focus solely on those I chose to engage—a task already manifesting as a throbbing headache.

Nick says. I take a deep breath. If they have something I can use to know some more about who I am then why not. I'm gunna die anyway right. "My name is sienna. I'm here because i slipped from one of the ledges when i was climbing down. Ive been like this in a "morph shift" as you said, for about half an hour. When i first heard you."

They would have robbed the store and left the town. Finding RK had been the best thing ever. Now he had someone to do the dirty work while he watched Gina's life get ruined. He wanted to break her to the point that she'd never get back on her feet again. He'd do it slowly by slowly until every person in the town went against her. He went down in his basement and looked at the photos of her. She was always very happy, not knowing the pain she caused people by stealing their keys. To him, she was the real psycho. How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences?

Knees weak, breath short, pussy squeezing my fingers like it was mad it wasn’t getting the real thing. I ain’t look away. Ain’t stop. Just stood in the shadows fingering myself stupid to their nasty show, heat building till I felt like I’d blow. This wasn’t watching no more. This was me taking what the fuck I wanted, the pleasure, power, zero shame. Every drop.

******* 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.

I said already tired of talking. "Hmm... This one is hard Nicole. Have you ever shifted?" "Shifted? No!" I knew what shifting was and I knew I have never ever shifted. "What does shifting have to do with this." "The trick to this Nicole is shifting. You have to go to a forest, shift, and run round the forest to let out the steam. That's just all. It isn't so hard, but hard for those that haven't ever shifted. It would also be satisfying if you injure the said girl he was cheating on you with. That's a trick, Nicole." Phils explained and I knew what he was saying was way way not for me. I haven't shifted and don't think I would ever shift.

Caroline ***** My shift started out pretty busy. It was nice to focus on something other than my thoughts and interact with other normal people. I was starting to worry, Marshall's anti-social tendencies were wearing off on me. Except that I was already a little anti-social to begin with, so I couldn't fully blame him. He just enabled me by keeping me away from the general population. Damn him!

It was as though he was afraid Timothy would disappear, and he would once again be left alone. Kennedy slept on the opposite side of Timothy, away from Colton. Two times during the night the little guy shifted to his cheetah and then an hour later, shifted back. It amazed Colton to see someone so young shift so easily, and so fast. As much as it amazes Colton, it also worries him. Usually when one shifts before they're supposed to, it's because of trauma, abuse, fear, or abandonment. That means the sweet little boy that is now theirs, experienced something traumatic that caused him to shift so early. That thought alone causes Colton's chest to tighten and he closes his eyes to collect himsel

"I don't remember it at all. My mate saw me, though." "Understandable," a woman named Shirley says to me before smiling. "Memories of my first shift only came to me much later. It's a traumatic moment. Our bodies are forced to change in ways that are unnatural. But you'll adapt. With every shift, you'll get closer and closer to your wolf. Remember, it is a part of you. Your wolf is who you are. Take one away, and the other ceases to exist." I stare at my lap for a handful of beats, then admit, "Every time I even think about shifting, I'm filled with horror. I can't bear the thought of it at all."