Psycho Shifters Book 2 Novels & Stories

forget it. "Oh, god," Liam panted and used the wall for support. I, too, used the wall, still having that dizziness again after it was gone for a moment. I shook my head. "Hey, I'm going on ahead." I don't know why I said that, but I felt like saying it to him so casually to Liam. I pivot my feet in that direction until I felt a hand on my shoulder and a sudden chill. I looked back and found a pale zombie-like Liam. I was starting to get scared.

“Shifters are a kind we need to be careful with.” “What is that word you keep saying? Shifter?” He blinked, before tilting his head to the side as he searched my face once again. What is that look? Why did it feel like he knew something I didn’t, something that I apparently should know. “It’s what you are…” I stared at him, feeling the burning sensation slowly dwindling down. Strength was now making itself known in my body. The sedative must have been on its way out as well. “Do you not know what you are?”

Hi If anyone is waiting for updates on this book - they will happen, but I have some plans for this book, and this is the second story of the series - Rain and Ashes. I am currently working on the first story, and then I will get back to this one - in a few weeks. No, no need to read the first one to understand this one, but probably some details will make sense if read in order.

she comforts. I huff, dragging a hand through my hair. The uneasiness that grips my heart like a vice, leaves me nearly breathless. My mind is like a raging storm, fumbling to find balance. I know I must fail in order to learn and grow. However, I cannot shake the fear that rips through. The fear that creeps around me like the silence of a dark room. "We have to win this war, I do not want us to fail," I admit.

It was delicately printed and made. I went to the couch and settled comfortably there with the book in my hand. I opened the book, noting the authors, and went to the first page. Starting with statements describing millions of years ago hooked me up. It did capture my whole interest. I continued reading, skimming the words when my eyes finally caught on the words shifters. My heart pounded as my grip on the book tightened. The book says that shifters have been living with humans for millions of years, hiding, blending, and concealing their primal urges. As I read, my brows furrowed deeply, wanting to read more.

I shouted. "Yeah, I did good." She wiggled her hips, after that giving me a high-five. "What kind of book is it?" I grimoire,” my lips tugged downward. Her brown eyes were framed with white. "A grimoire, as in what witches use?" I nodded slowly. "Yeah." "Oh, my God. Shifters are real. Witches are real. That means...aliens are, too. Ah!" Her scream set my nerves on fire, and I growled, grappling her around the shoulders. "Get yourself together, Miss Vargas."

She fumbled through the book. "Shifters and magic users once stayed together but when shifters started feeling insecure of our magic ,wars began between the two kinds . We decided to separate our realms and two council were formed,one for magic users and one for shifters .Shifters are not allowed on our land without any reason only dragon and phonix shifters who are very rare can go back and forth between the two realms because they have fire magic ". Dragon shifters are rare but phonix shifters are found one in a million. I had never seen one before but didn't know I was going to see one very soon.

The words from the book floated off its pages and melded together into a black mass of smoke which suddenly shot into his forehead. In his fright and panic, Xiao Chen tried to throw the book as far as he could. He calmed himself and began channeling his powers using the Mystic Cyan Cultivation Method, trying his best to clear his minds of all thoughts. But the vile cultivation methods contained in the strange book earlier were so deeply imprinted into his mind that he could not forget about them. "The First Diabolic Shift: your blood is your palm." "The Second Diabolic Shift: your auric energy is your fist."

She knew Victoria had likely promised Harrison something extreme to stay in his favor. The day of the Great Lunar Banquet finally arrived. The Silver Ridge was swarming with hundreds of powerful Alphas, CEOs of global conglomerates, and even royals of ancient lupine lineages. Harrison, prowling through the crowd in his motorized throne, wore a sinister mask of hospitality. It was on this day that Avery realized the true horror of why she had been taken. She understood why these global elites were willing to break the High Laws for Harrison. Years ago, Harrison had funded a black-site laboratory. Three years ago, they perfected "The Soul-Shift"—a way to transfer the consciousness and "wolf-sp

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.