Psycho Shifters Book Novels & Stories

My magic was fighting its way through the haze, trying to come up to the surface so I could use it to defend myself. What was shit was it was the kind of drug meant to subdue supernaturals who were out of control. Many shifters during their first shift were given a small dose to help with the sudden change and all of the emotional turmoil that came with it. But when used in large quantities, the properties of it changed from subduing to acting like ecstasy on steroids. I'm not surprised these fucking assholes had it on them but using it some girl in a club? Fucking disgraceful. Their elders must be real proud.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

I almost smile “Yeah.” Because that’s all we ever do Adapt Risk Change The Final Shift I take a step forward The system responding instantly Aligning Preparing Because this This is going to change everything again ************************************************* As I begin to reach into the system To define something that was never meant to be defined It reacts Instantly Violently Not resisting Not attacking Responding My eyes widen “…Wait.” Theodore tenses “What now?!” I stare into the shifting system Watching something impossible happen “…It’s not waiting for us to define it…”

None of the kids listened to her anyway, and judging by the fact that her brother didn’t want her speaking to them; she knew to mind her limits. “Yes, beta” they all said in chant. I smiled in satisfaction, nodding at them, assuring them that it was going to be okay. I knew that young shifters were usually worried or frightened about shifting. Their bodies went through changes that could match those of puberty, and seeing as they were mostly confused, they needed guidance.

I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests. “You disagree?” Mr. Shah’s eyes glint, his interest clear. Shah runs an incubator with a combined value of three billion dollars. He’s not a stupid man, and he’s not about to ignore an insider hot to air dirty laundry. “Shifters are competitive by nature. The strong rule. The weak are culled. We ‘pivot’—” Alban spits the word, “so well because we don’t carry dead weight.” Mrs. Shah’s jaw drops, but she quickly covers her distaste with a bland expression. Brody mumbles his agreement, his mouth full.

It's called "Shapeshifters: A Comprehensive Guide." "This looks promising," I say, taking the book down from the shelf and flipping through the pages. Ryder stands next to me, watching as I scan through the pages. "Anything useful?" he asks. I nod, my eyes glued to the text. "Yeah, actually. It says here that shapeshifters can control their transformations with practice and concentration." "That's good news," Ryder says, relief evident in his voice. "But it also says that they need to establish a strong connection with their mate to control their shifting," I add. I feel hopeful. I have a feeling I will finally learn more about Flutter.

Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope ignited—a belief that this unforeseen turn of events could potentially work in our favor. Bound by the chains that held me captive, I strained against their constraints, testing the limits of my captivity. The darkness amplified my senses, allowing me to perceive the subtlest shifts in the environment. With each breath, I could discern the presence of the shapeshifters, their weighty existence permeating the stillness.

I said tightly, pushing through. But I couldn’t. The air cracked. A force repelled me, flinging me backward a step. My chest slammed into the barrier like an invisible wall. “What the hell was that?” The prophets stared. One of them stepped forward. “You can’t leave.” “What?” “There is something ancient around you,” she said solemnly. “It’s a Soul Shifter's seal.” My blood turned cold. “Soul Shifters?” I whispered. “They’re beings who jump between bodies,” she explained. “They extract souls. Replace them. Live lives that were never theirs.”

“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.

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he