Psycho Shifters Novels & Stories

Lynn called out. “Also, for those of you that are unshifted or recently shifted, anger can provoke a shift. If you start to feel a shift coming on, or you partially shift, combat stops there. We will learn to fight in wolf form later on.” “Before we start, though. I want everyone to form a fist and hold it out.” I called out, and the three of us started going through everyone. “This is stupid.” Amanda whispered to another crony as I walked up to them.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

“The Zytechions and The Council disagree on the way the world works, on the way we all should live together…. They disagree on certain types of people living or dying…” “The council doesn’t like shifters,” he said. They knew more than I thought. “That’s right,” I answered. “And that is because they had a very bad experience with shifters before me, but it is not fair to like someone you’ve never met, right?” They nodded their heads in agreement. “Wars can be fought without actually fighting you know. Words can be very powerful too. So, if there is a war, I will use my words first, fighting will go last…”

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

Crazed creatures with only one drive: bloodlust. My gaze was drawn to the fifth combatant. The massive black wolf. Shifters were classified by beast—wolf, bear, cat, horse, etc.—but their power was ranked. And this one… its aura was a sickening kaleidoscope of forms, a chaotic storm of potential. It was an Alpha Shifter, one of the rare few with multiple forms. Rarer still were the ones who could process DNA and become anything they’d ingested. This one’s aura screamed of that terrifying, limitless potential. A monster of a different caliber. An apex predator among apex predators.

“What the hell?” I smile weakly, not hiding my rage. “Retribution, assholes,” The ground bursts open and long thin vines race towards the panther shifters. They howl in fear and jump out of the way. I laugh angrily, as the vines change direction, almost as if they have a mind of their own and chase the shifters. “It’s her!” one of them shouts. “She’s controlling them!” “How?!” his companion hisses. “The dealer said—ugh!”

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.

These visions served as a testament to the Enchanted Realm's resilience and the enduring spirit of those who had walked its lands. Amidst the visions, the heroes caught fleeting glimpses of the Temporal Shifter—a shadowy figure that moved between the threads of time, distorting and manipulating them. The Temporal Shifter's presence was like a ripple in the fabric of reality, a disruption that threatened to rewrite the realm's history for its own malevolent purposes.

The woman with my parents chuckled. “Some illnesses follow this same pattern, a shifter suffers nightmares which if left untreated over the years can result to mental deterioration. They start seeing things that don't exist and sooner than later after they clock eighteen, they fail to shift as well. If left untreated, these sickness would result into something more vague.” “No, it's not true. I’m not sick, I saw it. There was a stranger, there was a box in the garden and I--”

There had to have been something that could be told to me about him. Elder Solomon nodded solemnly. “I see. We don’t discuss the previous one because he did the unthinkable.” Inclining my head, I waited for him to continue. “The last one committed suicide. They were from the canine clan. Those in the canine clan decided he was unworthy and unloved. Some figure if you abuse them enough, it’ll make them stronger. And force them to shift. I don’t believe that. And neither does the feline clan.” I nodded her head. It made sense why Ari King and Rei Kang were much more acceptable towards her, even after finding out. “What about the primates? How do they feel about shifterless ones?”