Psycho Shifters Novels & Stories

"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.

Stu wondered aloud, which kind of mirrored Patricia's thoughts. "Played the newbie card, asking if any of the guards or staff knew what we were and how they kept it a secret. Especially on full moons when the pull to change is strongest." Anyone who morphed where humans could see was inviting instant discipline, usually of the fatal kind, from the shifter council. It also resulted in the humans getting subjected to a mind-altering drug to make them forget what they'd seen. The drugs weren't something anyone liked to use given the side effects were rather unpleasant for the humans involved. Not to mention there was always the fear the drug wouldn't work and they'd have to kill an innocent.

"Hey, it will be fine. Just so you know, in attendance there will be wolves," "Obviously," I said rolling my eyes. "Vampires, witches, fae, lycans and other shifters." I knew what she meant by other shifters. I love to read. Shifters are humans who possess magic and can shift into objects or animals. Some are even elemental, but that is rare. I was nervous about them being there but excited to meet them all. "What about the coronation? I can make sense of some but not the rest." "Hmm, let me see." Jenny closed her eyes to replay the memory.

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.

"It’s a Nanitic-Infection. The Shadow is using the Alabaster technology to rewrite the cellular structure of the shifters. He’s turning them into 'Hardware'. Emma, if they get too close to the Spire, they stop being people. They become parts of the machine." I looked toward the pier. The vanguard—Magnus, Runa, and Damon—were standing their ground, but they were being swarmed by "Grave-Sentinels." These weren't bone-beasts; they were shifters who had been "Optimized." Their skin was a dull, metallic grey, and their eyes were glowing with a sterile, red light. "We have to break the Spire's transmitter," I said, my voice steady. "If we kill the signal, the protocol collapses."

Still, none of my research provided a solid lead; it remained largely theoretical. As I progressed into high school and witnessed my childhood friends undergo their transformations, I began to question if I even wanted to belong here. Shifting was supposed to be a magnificent gift, amplifying our strengths. Yet, I couldn't help but notice that it also magnified our weaknesses. Those who were unpleasant before their shift became even more insufferable afterward. Individuals with high sex drives pre-shift started sneaking off for quick encounters between classes. The naturally loud ones never seemed to stop talking. It was a world of amplified strengths and weaknesses, filled with a bunch of h

"This one's been active for maybe six hours. The reality distortion field extends about fifty meters in every direction." "Can we fight in that?" Amon asked. "We'll have to. It won't leave its territory, and we can't wait for it to expand further." Whitney looked at me. "Are you sure about this? Paradigm Shifters are unstable. Absorbing one might introduce contradictions into your consciousness." "Everything about this plan is a contradiction. What's one more?" I started down the stairs into the transit station, feeling the world shift wrong around me as we entered the Paradigm Shifter's territory.

“ A psycho killer is on the loose! I heard that many shifters have been disappearing in the middle of the night only to be found at odd places like the outskirts of the town and some were even hung outside their Territory on the streets light!” ————————————-

“And what are shifters, by the way?” “They are human-animal hybrids. They look exactly like us, but they are not humans. They can shift themselves into animals.” “Is that even possible?” she asked sceptically. “I haven’t seen one transform before, but I have a feeling—” he trailed when he noticed T-Murek standing at the entrance, listening in on their conversation. His height and body structure were threatening—even to Derik. Feeling threatened, he quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at him. “Who the hell are you?”

That is what they were named Innate abilities that stemmed from the rare mixing of mortal and animal DNA that went on to give birth to the race of Shifters. Not man, not beast, but something supernatural and powerful. That power manifested itself in every Shifter and Shifter Clan differently, but in the Leopards it was known to give them enhanced speed, balance, and their unusual innate abilities that over the generations had stemmed from, telekinesis to telepathy all the way to brain washing or memory tampering.