Psycho Shifters Book Novels & Stories

But there had been absolutely no changes in my body. “Look here.” Ash pointed at the chart explaining the Strains. They were divided into three subs: Shifter. Channeler. Psyon. “In short, shifters turn into animals. Channelers draw their powers from nature. And psyon, they work with the mind,” Ash explained. Her eyes were fixed on the hologram screen in the corner of the training room. “Which one do you fall under?” My data didn’t show any sub; it just showed a negative mark.

This time it was placed in a far flung corner of the library. It must’ve been fate because I managed to find it. However, it doesn’t seem to be doing much. I’ve been sitting here for an hour and nothing has changed. The book details the nature of shifting. A complex history and how it translates into modern times now that we coexist with humans. The later chapters detail the biology behind it and how someone can shift properly. There have been cases of teens not being able to shift. It’s nothing new. Some hormonal imbalance that sorts itself out. Unfortunately, I’m old enough for my body to figure it all out but it hasn’t.

She was almost three-fourths of the way through the book now, and she still hadn’t found anything, but she thought that the book might be getting to a part that included something useful because it was talking about wolf shifters interacting with humans and how it was important for wolf shifters to keep their abilities secret from those who were not able to shift into wolves. Then, the book began to talk about people who had a unique trait in their blood that would allow them to shift into wolves under certain circumstances, but it wasn’t the same. Rather than being wolf shifters who could control their wolves, these people would have wolves that were controlled by the moon, and that wasn’t

“I said stop the car.” Humans believed that shifters could sense liars because they could hear the unevenness of a deceitful heartbeat or pick out the sour scent of adrenaline and nervous sweat, and while these were true the real reason was a shifter’s ability to identify a disconnect between visible behaviour and internal functions. There were many reasons why someone might be nervous, or sweaty, or have a heart that flutters at odd intervals. However, an inborn instinct told all shifters when there was something off, and Marcus had always found the niggling division extremely uncomfortable. It seemed they had both reached their breaking points.

Per what the hell do I care? They're not dead, right? You tell me. Shifters have the power to find their packs, Alpha or not. Preview one of them first and follow the topics that appear. Great... I guess. I'm clinically insane.

What's more, when the system is spread out, nothing remains at this point but to expand upon it and peer down from a higher place, wishing and expecting the unimaginable. 'I knew, yet I recently watched, watched the world, watched the Shifters develop fat with trouble and love and agony and dread. A lot more went to join the others, baited by the sweet commitments Earth advertised. As this went on, I saw that the Shifters down on Earth had changed. They were developing savagely, unsatisfied with the flavor of a specific inclination yet needed everything. The people who remained in our domain started to be more happy with their parts than the ones who left, remaining full for longer timeframe

"If he's gonna make it I could use your help getting him home, before he bleeds out!" A moment of hesitation was all Ezekiel got this time, before his brothers all moved back into the shadows and De-Shifted. The change from Shifter to man, or as his people called it De-Shifting; was always accompanied by an intense blast of energy all along a Shifters skin. Most felt it like a hot wave across the skin and face, which is exactly what Ezekiel felt cascaded across the still night air, times three. Sharp heat prickled across his skin, as he watched his three brothers meld from one shape into another.

"Help me stop this." He tilted his head. Those eyes glinted like twin mirrors to some other world. "When something has begun," he said calmly, "you cannot stop it." And then the pain hit. Hot and wild burning sensation, tearing through my backbone like a thunderbolt. My muscles twisted. Bones cracked. My garments ripped at the seams. I screamed, not from fear, but from the sheer impossibility of what my body was doing. I was changing. Shifting. It wasn't supposed to be possible. The moon was gone. I had never shifted before. Not even get anywhere near.

"Please don't hate me too much. I really like you guys, you know. In fact, I'll take care of these guys for you. The Shifters burst through the doors like a dark, stormy cloud, taking over the darkness and plunging it into even deeper chaotic madness. I can only watch as Ray begins to transform with the movement of the ever-changing cloud, his eyes like fire burning on his victims. But the mass of Shifters seems to converge on him, almost swallowing him at the base of the ledge. "This isn't over! I'm fine, but you have to go now! We hear the faint scream echoing around the room, spurring us into action.

In reality, there was nothing truly holding me to this world, except for my fear of embracing change. I opened my eyes and gazed once more at the fire. The flames flickered and crackled, releasing sporadic sparks into the air. Their dance mesmerized me, a hypnotic display that seemed to mirror the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. Lost in the flames' unpredictable symphony, I found solace in their warmth, as if they held the answers to the questions that burdened my soul.