Psycho Shifters Novels & Stories

I quickly pulled up a web browser and searched “shifter mind tricks on humans.” Losing or giving up control was not cool, not at all. Even if in the moment my body wasn’t even remotely protesting. These guys are my employees!! Skimming the first article that came up wasn’t helpful and after going through a few more I finally saw it. “The only shifters capable of what is called ‘trance suspension’ are dragon shifters.” My head fell forward, blanking down at the phone like it would suddenly say something else. He’s … a dragon?

Pythia POV: Everything seemed so different but the same. There has been so much new information and not enough time to process it. I could hear peoples conversations from all over, I could not only feel their emotions but could see them. "Is it still overwhelming?" Tye asked. "A little, I mean with seeing emotions and intentions and hearing literally everyone it's kind of hard to separate them." I replied. "Think of it as ropes, you need to untangle them and then once they are separated it'll be much easier to handle." Tye said gently. "So how does shifting work? Does it hurt? You all make it seem so easy.'' I said. "It might hurt a little at first but the more you do it the easier and faste

“Strength without control is useless. Now strike.” Steel clashed again and again. The rhythm was sharp and relentless. I watched every movement closely, correcting grips, kicking ankles apart when stances weakened, knocking blades aside when arms grew lazy. “The wolf shifters will hold their form until they feel their bones strain,” I commanded to another group shifting partially, claws extending while remaining upright. “You do not shift to escape pain. You shift to master it.” A growl echoed from one of the younger warriors as he forced himself through the transition. I did not soften.

Fuckers were already chanting, probably summoning Satan. Flanking the witches were shifters, probably two hundred of them. They covered all the exit routes with raised guns, unsheathed claws, and armoured jeeps backing them up. Thankfully, the shifters from the hills had stopped howling to intimidate us since they were busy running down the mountains on all fours. I prayed half of them broke their ankles and fell on their asses. They had herded us here and planned to box us in. It blew my mind even as my blood chilled at the thought that Asshole would go to such extremes to catch a nobody like me. A man’s ego could really destroy the world. And now I was left to deal with the ridiculous, spe

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

"The next Alpha of Shadow Howlers... Are you saying it’s going to be Celestine?" Alpha Cadmus laughs harder. "Yes! You finally understand. Ah, I’m worried it will take me forever to explain the details to you." He faces the people present at the party with a mocking smile. "From here on, Celestine Smith is the new Alpha of the Shadow Howlers Pack," Alpha Cadmus announces. He turns to glare at Benedict and Beatrice. "If you understand what I just said, you better bow your head to her now. Otherwise, I will do the honor to teach you how to bow."

And their intense focus on the physical is deeply erotic. But there’s one more thing: they’re shifters. The Shifter, according to Vogler, is the archetype that speaks directly to the mystery we always confront in the opposite sex. In The Writers Journey, he writes, “It’s natural for each sex to regard the other as ever-changing, mysterious. Many of us don’t understand our own sexuality and psychology very well, let alone that of the opposite sex.” Shifters are the archetype for romance. They’ve one more function: they are the agents for change. For transformation.

"Scouts spotted movement up there. Movement not animals enough to be too controlled and noise not enough to be humans. One of our drones captured this She handed me a small device. The screen flickered to life. Black and white footage played. At first, I saw nothing but trees swaying in the wind. Then something moved. Something tall and fast slid across the frame. Its limbs were too long, too smooth. It had the wrong shape, as though one had taken a human being and stretched it to be just horrible. And it moved without making a sound. "What the hell is that?" I asked. Tyra's jaw clenched. "Ghost units. Artificial trackers built to hunt shifter blood. Remote controlled. They don't eat, don't

I asked, and he sighed, looking away. "The shifter world is more complicated than you think. The companies that make the suppressants are the same companies that make the blockers. They exist as a way to protect and destroy," he explained, and that confused me even more than the whole debacle. "What does that even mean? When shifters commit crimes that are horrible, they are put on these medications to destroy their glands, and they are stripped of their ability to release pheromones. It's a sort of crippling." He looked grim as he spoke.

His index finger was bent at an unnatural angle. Kai stood in front of Logan now, shoulders squared, eyes cold and gleaming with something dangerous. His entire body radiated raw, barely restrained violence. He was no longer just some strange, clueless man in Logan’s apartment. He was something else entirely. A predator. Jared gasped for air, eyes wide in shock. “Y-You broke my fucking finger, you psycho!” Kai didn’t blink. “Don't hurt Logan.” His voice was low, a growl.