Psycho Shifters Book 2 Novels & Stories

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

The prison, which initially boasted only two noticeable shifters, suddenly spawned two more, but in a bad stroke of luck, the newest ones shared a cell. How to arrange an incident without a witness? Taking them both out with the drug smuggled in past oblivious guards was doable, but how believable would a dual accident seem? Was it time to add a new scenario to the list? Waiting for an opportunity to strike meant letting the filthy animals live. Letting them wear a mask of humanity. Hiding amongst them, waiting for their chance to harm the unsuspecting. Something had to be done, but overreaching wouldn't achieve that goal. Sticking to the current plan would have to do for the moment. Perhaps

I shook as I remembered his hands around my throat. That wasn’t him. Nix’s voice calmed me, but I was still shaking when I opened the book of shadows. I read every single page twice. I wasn’t seeing anything that would cause him to act this way. “There is no way that was truly him. Something’s wrong.” I shook myself and thought back to everything I had seen since I got here.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

The West's perfect, silent cities were suddenly filled with the scent of wet fur, raw adrenaline, and the terrifyingly beautiful sound of a billion creatures realizing they were no longer "Assets." But freedom has a jagged edge. In the wake of the 183rd Chapter, the "Global Pack" wasn't a unified army—it was a Cacophony of Confusion. Shifters who had spent their entire lives in the sterile "Safety" of Protocol 28 were now struggling with senses they didn't know how to navigate. They could hear the heartbeat of the person in the next apartment; they could smell the fear of the police on the street corner; they could feel the "Too Much" energy in their marrow like a living fire that refused to

"A way to move without alerting the Eclipse." I opened the first page.The ink pulsed with a faint violet light, as if her very essence had been pressed into the parchment. To the Heirs of the New Dawn: You carry the weight of a world that has forgotten how to breathe. To the modern shifter, the change is a roar, a violent explosion of power that alerts every predator for miles. To the Monarchs, the change should be as silent as a shadow falling over the grass.

I found myself staring at my own hand, my heart pounding relentlessly in my chest. I looked up at Asher and saw a small smile gracing his lips. Simultaneously, my whole body convulsed, my bones shifting and changing without ceremony. My teeth sharpened, and my vision became unnaturally acute. I could see colors I’d never seen before; the world was a kaleidoscope of hues. I looked at Asher, my eyes wide with fear and wonder. “I’m shifting,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe. “I’m really shifting.”

Chapter 4: Eternal Howl The distant howls grew louder, slicing through the peaceful afternoon like a blade. I stood between my three shifters in the cabin clearing, heart pounding as the rival pack’s approach shook the very ground beneath my feet. My body still hummed from the morning’s exhaustive claiming—every curve tender, my core filled and marked by Elias, Jax, and Kael. Their scents clung to my skin, a primal declaration that both empowered and endangered me. I had come to these woods seeking solitude with my camera, but fate had delivered a pack, a bond, and now a battle for survival.

"Don't fight the shift, Muna. Listen to the grove. Hear the sixty beat rhythm. It is not your heart alone that is beating; it is the King and the Healer." As Muna closed her eyes, the lilies in the grove flared with a sudden, blinding brilliance. For a heartbeat, the air was filled with a "Ghost Shift": a projection of a massive, snowy white wolf and a silver Alpha King running through the trees. The resonance hit the pup like a physical wave of warmth, and Muna shifted instantly, her fur a beautiful, slate grey shot through with amethyst sparks.