Psycho Shifters Book Novels & Stories

"Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies." She stared at the image drawn on the page, stunned when the paper seemed to shimmer and that of Mike Volka replaced the anonymous face. What on earth? She jerked so hard she nearly dropped the book and Mischief dug in her back claws to keep from falling off her lap. Jamie shifted the book on her lap, resettled Mischief and took a sip of her drink. Maybe she should be drinking wine while reading this, just to settle her nerves. Because the more she read, the more th

"Are you okay, Hera?" "I'm, uh," I hesitate. I can't even pinpoint what I'm feeling. "Overwhelmed. It feels like only yesterday I was learning shifters even existed. Now we've got shifters after the king with silver, which I didn't even know was an issue." I sigh. "I'm good at what I do, but this makes me feel so…helpless." "Listen," he runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Shifters were taking care of themselves long before you even knew we existed. Whatever threat is rising will pass."

I dreamt of Kellen and Mike, sitting in the royal garden at our favorite fountain as the three of us lay three gazing at the stars. I dreamt of the library, the flickering pages, and glowing words. The dream was different, in slow motion as the same page floated down around me, one phrase highlighted amongst the others: She will rise above the kings and take her place as queen of alphas. The Queen of all shifters.

I stated, a genuine smile breaking across my jaw. Thirty whistles later, the chief healer released Isabella’s diagnostic files. I scanned the metrics across the parchment before addressing his flank. "Isabella, your physical vessel is operating at peak performance. The terror locking your system is entirely psychological. Why don't our lines schedule a session with a premium pack therapist?" Isabella shook his head armor in a sharp negative. "My inner wolf will attempt to re-align its own parameters first! If my system encounters another total failure, then I will authorize a session with a neural psychologist."

But I was faster. I twisted its arm behind its back, forcing it to the ground. The shapeshifter let out a growl, its body contorting, trying to escape my hold. But I had it now. I could feel its pulse quicken under my grip, a weak thrum of life that wasn’t mine. “You’ve got nowhere to go,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Tell me where the real book is.” It snarled. “You think I’ll tell you?”

“What the hell?” I smile weakly, not hiding my rage. “Retribution, assholes,” The ground bursts open and long thin vines race towards the panther shifters. They howl in fear and jump out of the way. I laugh angrily, as the vines change direction, almost as if they have a mind of their own and chase the shifters. “It’s her!” one of them shouts. “She’s controlling them!” “How?!” his companion hisses. “The dealer said—ugh!”

"Indianna? She's pregnant! I could've hurt her-" "You didn't hurt anyone," Ace assured Tai. He reached out for her hand. She stiffened when they touched. "You weren't in control, were you?" Tai closed her eyes and shook her head. "I never am when I shift," she said lowly. "I try and fight the feeling to turn for as long as possible, but then all it takes is for me to get angry and I can't control the change." "What made you angry?" Ace wondered. "Rai," Tai grumbled.

Most expressed their displeasure about being in one class with shapeshifters, whom they considered low-born and slaves. The shifters disregarded them since it was an expected reaction. They positioned themselves before the ice table and prepared their hands to show everyone what they were capable of. Professor Prife finally gave them two grimoires, but it was brown-colored. “You are shifters. There might be a slight change in your incantations. You may now start.” The book floated above the white magic circle beside them, and the blank pages flipped. Malaika was confident she could show her skills since she was quite familiar with the basics. However, there were a lot of variations on the ma

I spread myself to him even more. With every lick it was like a new part of my body became electrically charged, some new sector came to life that maybe I hadn’t even known existed before. I’d kept so much of myself shut off for so long, it’s time. It’s time to embrace these three hot as fuck and sexy shifters who only want to pleasure me. What a life!

“…no matter what you hear, do not make a sound. Do not leave until your father comes to get you.” A low rumble came from out of nowhere, distant but growing closer with each passing second. It was a sound I’d never heard before. One my mother seemed to recognize. She quickly ushered us to the wall of shelves, skimming her finger along each text until she found what she was looking for. Shifter Magic and it’s Many Faces by Jacklyn Rosen