Psycho Shifters Novels & Stories

“I actually enjoyed it. It was really interesting. Did you know Shifter can shift into anything out every animal group for the first month or so until you find your other?” He smiled clearly, amused at my reaction to this new school. “Yes, I did know that.” “Really old, pure blood, trained shifters can change into anything they see in front of them.” I told him even though I knew he would know, I was still amazed by what I just learned. “Thentos, Nia!” My nickname catched on quickly. I looked around and pulled Thentos to a stop as we waited for Stuttgart. He was smiling brightly, his gorgeous eyes focused on us.

We are not like them. Shifters are born with their own spirit animal, linked to not only lineage but the individual’s personality. There are so many of us; feline, canine, reptile, rodent, and more. Some are stronger than others, but we’re all a part of our own community. Our own kingdom. All except a few. “So,” I say, spearing a piece of asparagus, “how is the war? There’s going to be a ceasefire?” I say it as casually as I possibly can.

"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.

Often, they were tragic, bloody and toxic. Richard knew a number of those cases. Stockholm syndrome, psychopathic tendencies, behind-the-scenes manipulations and gaslighting were common tricks employed by immature shifters to win their chosen one. Mates were led to think that they could only be happy with their ‘saviour’’, and the pair simply lived in a fantasy world spun by Ambrose’s teachings.

by the end of the day they would know what I was. They all wore black suits, each one smart and clean, How you do is known about the dragon kings, most powerful shifters in the city. you are either loyal to them, or you were dead. they tended not to give people second chances, don't break the rules and you'll be fine. only I have broken them all, I kept myself hidden, off the radar, breaking the highest rule. all supernaturals must be vetted, they had to go before the dragon kings, Asking for entrance into the city. Only, I didn't do this, to them I don't exist, to them I'm dangerous. could they tell I wasn't a normal person, could they tell I was a super too?

******* The shapeshifters roar in happiness as they were able to establish a frequency connection, and a voice sounded from the TV. A voice emanated from the screen, an eerie silence fell over the hall. The shapeshifters, initially filled with anticipation, now wore expressions of surprise and confusion. It was evident that the voice they heard did not belong to Drake Canostus, the powerful shapeshifter they had sought to connect with. Instead, it was an unexpected encounter, a twist in their meticulously planned scheme.

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

With Shadow Soldier hearing, the roar hurts, but the eardrums survive. My body wants to shift, and I fight it. This will be handled as human unless it goes hands on. My eyes burn with fury, and I count to ten silently to control myself. Kill, Ms. Beast pipes in. Oh, shut up, I snap internally. Alden's eyes ignite as he fights his change. I've challenged him, and he knows it. What he doesn't know is that immediately after the change, I have full control of Ms. Beast, and he doesn't have the same control over his. I'm not a "point and kill" Shadow Warrior the first hours after shifting. I'm a thinking, plotting, killing machine more dangerous than he could ever imagine. Ms. Beast knows we can

They were different from the Council’s Erasers, less robotic, but more efficient, equipped with sonic-dampeners that could neutralize a shifter’s roar before it even left their throat. ​"They have over two hundred shifters in the east wing," Ren whispered, his eyes glowing faint blue as he interfaced with a scavenged UN comms-unit. "But it’s not just a prison, Leo. Sarah was right. They’ve hooked the 'Beta-Class' shifters up to a massive capacitor-array. They’re literally draining the Resonance from their bone marrow to power the city’s emergency grid." ​"They're treating our people like batteries," Maya hissed, her golden runes pulsing with a low, dangerous heat. "If we don't break those co

“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.