Psycho Shifters Novels & Stories

They fell back momentarily and on top of one of the buildings nearby, I spotted Sasha grinning maniacally. The form of one of the Rogues flickered, its wolfishness giving way to something more devilish, taking on the tusks of a boar. These weren’t Rogues. They were shifters. Shifters. “SASHA!” I screamed, my heels digging into the ground as one of them barreled into me. “ALERT THE PACK!” Sasha laughed and the group of shifters whipped around in unison, their mouths watering. They took off at a dead sprint, and I followed.

I said tightly, pushing through. But I couldn’t. The air cracked. A force repelled me, flinging me backward a step. My chest slammed into the barrier like an invisible wall. “What the hell was that?” The prophets stared. One of them stepped forward. “You can’t leave.” “What?” “There is something ancient around you,” she said solemnly. “It’s a Soul Shifter's seal.” My blood turned cold. “Soul Shifters?” I whispered. “They’re beings who jump between bodies,” she explained. “They extract souls. Replace them. Live lives that were never theirs.”

“Tainted, what is that?” “I have no idea. Eric changed the topic when I asked him about it.” “Alex, please scan the other page. I am dying to read what is on the other page.” Eva said rubbing her hands. She looked like a child who was desperate to open her present. ### Dark Shifters are polar opposites of Golden shifters. If Golden Shifters represent light, Dark Shifters represent darkness. They are the epitome of evil. They revel in pain, suffering, destruction, and are very manipulative.

"It Activated the Marrow in every shifter on the planet. They aren't just hearing the moon anymore. They’re hearing You." I closed my eyes and let the Moon-Apex Vision expand. It was a sensory overload of "Authentic Noise." In the high-rises of the Southern Metros, thousands of "Optimized" office workers were dropping their tablets, their white-silk suits tearing as their suppressed wolf-instincts surged back with the force of a tidal wave. In the Eastern Labor-Camps, the "Harvested" shifters were breaking their silver collars, their eyes igniting with a violet-gold fire that the Council’s witches had tried to extinguish for centuries.

The moment they breached the dimensional barrier, the air turned into a terrifying, howling landscape of wind and electrical energy. The Aero-Shifters beings of pure, fast-moving wind and focused lightning instantly surrounded them. Their psychic projection was pure, agitated speed and aggression. You are slow. You impede the flow. Your ordered water is a boundary! Prepare to be dispersed! The Aero-Shifters prepared a combined lightning purge a massive electrical attack aimed at vaporizing the vessel. "Now!" I commanded over the comms, channeling my stabilizing Light into their Transducers. Mela, focusing on her Earth-Anchor frequency, began the projection. She broadcast the continuous, deep

Nick says. I take a deep breath. If they have something I can use to know some more about who I am then why not. I'm gunna die anyway right. "My name is sienna. I'm here because i slipped from one of the ledges when i was climbing down. Ive been like this in a "morph shift" as you said, for about half an hour. When i first heard you."

In the end, they moved into Bianca's parents' rented two-bedroom. Seven people squeezed inside with barely room for luggage. Bianca and Lila started fighting almost immediately. Lila called Bianca useless; Bianca called Lila a freeloader. When Helen's migraines flared, Bianca's mother told her to wait at a public clinic. Without my doctors, Gregory's blood pressure sent him to the emergency room. Without my tuition payments, Lila was removed from private school. Ethan's company fired him too. Customs work runs on trust. No one wanted client accounts handled by a man whose wedding funding had been pulled at the altar while he owed his ex-fiancee a mountain of debt.

I was halfway through my toast when Colton glanced over at me again, something thoughtful in his expression. “So… what’s your plan?” I set my plate down and leaned back slightly, laptop still open beside me. “I’ll need those ingredients. The ones I mentioned for the shape shifters. If I can get the mix right, it should trigger involuntary shifting in anyone hiding what they are. Like a litmus test, basically.” “That sounds dangerous,” he said, brow furrowing. “It is,” I agreed. “Which is why no one can know. The second word spreads, they’ll disappear. They’ll bolt or hide or cover their tracks better than they already have.”

They began to **change**. Their fur turned into green, crystalline needles. Their eyes turned into hollow voids of emerald light. They grew in size, their bodies twisting into grotesque, insectoid versions of themselves. They were no longer wolves; they were "Hive-Drones," bound to the will of the ship above. "They’re turning our own people against us," General Vance growled, reaching for her sidearm. "It’s not just the shifters," Marcus said, pointing at a second monitor.

“I…okay. I mean…I’m not going to bother you all the time. Just being able to meet with the witches would be awesome. According to Father, they can only be removed by a sitting Alpha. With how it reacted to you, he probably meant sitting Alpha of the Silver Mountain pack. Or maybe just the current Alpha with the same blood. Who really knows. Father would be stupid enough to not actually have a fix for it.” Leaning against the counter, I watched her from the side as she used a ricer to create mashed potatoes. Her face showed that none of this bothered her. I couldn’t understand it. Shifting was apart of who we were as wolves. Our identity. What made us stand out from just regular humans. “Sinc