Psycho Shifters Novels & Stories

None of the kids listened to her anyway, and judging by the fact that her brother didn’t want her speaking to them; she knew to mind her limits. “Yes, beta” they all said in chant. I smiled in satisfaction, nodding at them, assuring them that it was going to be okay. I knew that young shifters were usually worried or frightened about shifting. Their bodies went through changes that could match those of puberty, and seeing as they were mostly confused, they needed guidance.

I thought I wanted to know what happened to my parents, but now I just wish I could stick my head in a hole somewhere and pretend not to know. The sound of screeching tires draws everyone's attention as a convoy of black sedans pulls up. Dozens of men and a few women of varying shifter species leap from the vehicles, all with one thing in common: their imposing stature and fierce expressions. They look like classic MIB or FBI agents, without the fancy sunglasses. Only shifters — Shifters In Black, the SIB. Enzi is in front of me in a second, taking a protective stance to block me from the intruders. *******

Caroline ***** My shift started out pretty busy. It was nice to focus on something other than my thoughts and interact with other normal people. I was starting to worry, Marshall's anti-social tendencies were wearing off on me. Except that I was already a little anti-social to begin with, so I couldn't fully blame him. He just enabled me by keeping me away from the general population. Damn him!

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

And everything changed. The sensation wasn't cold or hot. It was like a surge of electricity spreading through her entire body. She saw flashes of images: ancient forests, palaces, swords, blood. She felt the exhilaration of running free as a shifter, the agony of betrayal, the loneliness of thousands of years. All of Morat’s emotions flooded into her.

SARAH M&M The crowd is absolutely hyped—hollering, shouting. I’m shoving my way through it all like I’ve got somewhere super important to be (I don't), plus I’ve never felt safer in a human mosh pit. Guess when you’re running from Mr. Grey, even a strip club feels like a sanctuary. One sharp whistle cuts through the noise. I turn towards the stage, and whoa! A stunning brunette grabs the pole and starts twirling on it.

shifters emerged. They weren't like the Quiet Ones in the lab. These were members of my old pack—men I had trained, men I had led into battle. Their eyes were glowing with that same sickly violet, and their movements were a terrifying, synchronized twitch. They didn't howl. They moved in a silent, predatory phalanx, their focus entirely on the woman in my arms. "They found the carrier," I whispered, the Alpha in me finally clawing its way back to the surface through sheer spite.

A connection to something older than memory. "You nervous?" Adam asked Sandra softly. She shook her head, watching as a group of teenage shifters began to shift one by one, clothes falling to the grass like petals. Limbs cracked, bones reshaped, fur burst forth in waves of color—tawny browns, silver-blues, ink-black coats shimmering beneath the rising moon. The transformations were fast, almost elegant in their brutality. In seconds, wolves stood where humans had been, tails wagging and eyes sharp with joy.

“She gave me quite a show in the forest. How’d you get a witch for a daughter? I’d say you were lying, but she is your spitting image.” “Just lucky, I guess.” Dad winked at me. “Em, Bommer is here to see Doc’s video feed. Another round of serum will be administered today at Supermax. The bear shifters have had some tangles with hunters in the Pocono Mountains.” “Are there shifters for every animal?” Dad and Boomer looked at one another and chuckled. “No, darlin’. Only top predators.” Boomer laughed. “Diesel started breakfast. You have time for a shower before it’s ready, “ Dad said. My eyes met Ghost’s, which had already started to darken.

"You're observant for a southern runaway. No. A good portion of the Remnant carry the blood of the Ghost-Shifters. A lineage the high houses tried to purge decades ago." "Ghost-Shifters?" I murmured. "An anomaly in the bloodlines," Edith explained. "Standard werewolves value the full shift, the crushing weight of the jaw, the brute strength of a four-legged beast. But Ghost-Shifters possess a partial-turn ability. They don't become full wolves. Instead, they manifest traits mid-combat, which is a sudden lengthening of claws, an unnatural density in the bone, a phantom speed that makes them look like they're blinking out of existence for a split second. The Alphas hated it. They called it a d