Psycho Shifters Book Novels & Stories

“ I do. When I don't know.” And I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. the shift had a way of changing some people, Alphas especially. Would she get worse in terms of her personality? Her decision-making? I bit my lip, looking back. Major personality shifts happened after the first shift. Grace didn’t seem to think Eason was any different, so maybe she wouldn’t change much, either. But would it be so traumatic that she might never shift again? I wasn't even sure if Eason was learning to shift alongside controlling his magic. George probably had it on the docket if he wasn’t stable enough to do it yet, but I made a note to check. I lifted the radio back to my mouth.

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.

I could feel him pacing anxiously, no doubt going crazy as I was. “We've imprinted.” I was amazed at how easily those two words came from my mouth. My mom continued to half-drag me down the hall. “No, honey, you're not. There's been some sort of misunderstanding. Trust me, the longer you're away from that canine, the better you will feel.” I focused in on the ache in my chest and knew that wasn't true. “Mom, I know it's strange for a Foreseer to be with a Shape Shifter, but—”

“ A psycho killer is on the loose! I heard that many shifters have been disappearing in the middle of the night only to be found at odd places like the outskirts of the town and some were even hung outside their Territory on the streets light!” ————————————-

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

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.

she said as we walked down the hallway. I expected the triplets to head to their room, but they followed us to Hazel’s. When we got there, they sat on my bed while Hazel rummaged through her closet, pulling out a massive book and tossing it onto the floor with a loud thud. She flipped through a few chapters before stopping. “Shapeshifters. They’re the fourth group of supernaturals in Moon fire, but they aren’t very common.” As she said this, we all knelt around the book, looking at the drawings and the information.

"This is the one." I took the book to one of the nearest tables that had a lamp attached to it. I opened it quickly, searching for the page which had listed its weaknesses. "Wait, that's the one." Ivan put his hand on the page before I turned the page again. I looked through it, reading the description. Cloudy Shapeshifters that have the capacity to shift into any living being and can take onto the resemblances of a dead person. They can take away the life of any being once they trap them in their circle of red lightning and dark suffocating clouds.

Stu wondered aloud, which kind of mirrored Patricia's thoughts. "Played the newbie card, asking if any of the guards or staff knew what we were and how they kept it a secret. Especially on full moons when the pull to change is strongest." Anyone who morphed where humans could see was inviting instant discipline, usually of the fatal kind, from the shifter council. It also resulted in the humans getting subjected to a mind-altering drug to make them forget what they'd seen. The drugs weren't something anyone liked to use given the side effects were rather unpleasant for the humans involved. Not to mention there was always the fear the drug wouldn't work and they'd have to kill an innocent.

I thought I wanted to know what happened to my parents, but now I just wish I could stick my head in a hole somewhere and pretend not to know. The sound of screeching tires draws everyone's attention as a convoy of black sedans pulls up. Dozens of men and a few women of varying shifter species leap from the vehicles, all with one thing in common: their imposing stature and fierce expressions. They look like classic MIB or FBI agents, without the fancy sunglasses. Only shifters — Shifters In Black, the SIB. Enzi is in front of me in a second, taking a protective stance to block me from the intruders. *******