Psycho Shifters Novels & Stories

Zack stayed still, listening attentively to Damien. “But, if the rejected ones succeed in making the ones that rejected them regret their harsh decisions, they have another chance to make it right. Maybe it was a mistake at first. Then, after time passes by, they realize they would go insane without their mates to anchor them down to earth,” Damien said, smiling as he turned to look at Zack in the dark. His grey eyes glittered through the harsh lighting. His friend knew that Zack was there all along. “And with that in mind, fair maiden, we can all agree that we only live for our destined ones, fated mates that had been decreed by the Moon Goddess for the legendary Shifters of Cyprus,” he sai

“ 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.

Do you think he is still mad at us? No… but I’m still furious with him. She snapped her teeth. Two faced hypocrite. I’m not mad… Lillah told her counterpart in a quiet voice. I’m annoyed enough for the both of us – you don’t have to be mad. Isn’t that a … dissonance of thought? Aren’t we meant to be the same? Lillah shivered with worry and a sleepy Rhy pulled her closer. It wasn’t common, but it happened – differences between the two halves twisting the shifter to become insane or wild.

He wondered why someone with mischievous intentions would be considered life-threatening. Carla shook her head. "Not that simple, unfortunately. Rogues are shifters who have lost their humanity to their beast. They no longer have feelings or control. Their only target is to destroy and kill." The gravity in Carla's words hung in the air, emphasizing the peril that rogue shifters posed in their world.

Yeah, I didn't think so. "He's part of me and has his own thoughts and voice. Shifters of all kinds can mindlink their animals and others they're connected to. Werewolves can typically mindlink everyone in their pack. Werepanthers can mindlink their families and their panthers." To say I'm blown away would be an understatement. "That's incredible. What other types of shifters are there?" I ask, running my hand over him. Viper isn't even purring anymore, but I enjoy touching him too much to stop.

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

A mix of awe and fear of the power enclosed in those frail receptacles of glass sent shivers down my spine. I held up a vial. 'This is the answer. We shall create our own shapeshifters, bound to our will. The process is complex, but our alchemists have perfected the art. The Shadow's Tear will change our chosen warriors into the ability to shift on command.' My voice didn't shake, but inside, I did with the magnitude of what I was proposing.

But to fight. So between sitting Brandon down and turning to face his attackers Ezekiel released the energy holding his Shift at bay. He marveled as he did at every Shift in the way that that same energy that had constricted around him, was now changing him, allowing skin and bone to slide painlessly away and reform. In moments his leopard's thick fur and powerful jaws took the place of human flesh.

I snapped. No shifters were the last phase of late shifters and that is where I would be headed if I didn’t shift before 30. They were usually angry and had an awkward characteristic of wanting to show force…because that’s the only way the wolf in them could express themselves. It’s why people didn’t like late shifters. There was always the probability of becoming a no-shifter. I stared at him. “I don’t… I don’t understand what that has to do with anything, though…”

I looked at Maya, who was carefully explaining to her plastic block why it needed to stay in line, and then at Leo, who was currently trying to feed a spoonful of oats to his dinosaur. They loved this apartment. They knew the exact rhythm of the bakery bells below, they knew the mail carrier’s name, and they felt entirely safe behind these yellowed walls. Moving them, running away based on a single five-minute encounter in a grocery store felt like tearing up a garden just because a cloud passed over the sun. "We wait," I said softly, my voice level and decisive.