Psycho Shifters Series Novels & Stories

“You keep say we. Who is we?” “We have a council of those who have been protecting you your whole life. It contains witches, warlocks, and shifters. Mainly wolves.” “Shifters? You’ve said that many times now. What are shifters?” “There are groups of people who can shift into certain animals. There are the wolves here, the bears in California, the birds in France, and the felines in Africa.” “Restore my memories,” I demand. “Davina.” “You took them away so you can give them back! Restore them now!” Uncle hangs his head in defeat.

Brock would have to be briefed; he could deploy a team to delve into that mystery. Yadiel's gaze on me was unsettling, his mind a cesspool of repugnant thoughts. Mastering this power challenged me; I could intercept every shifter's inner voice, though, thankfully, humans remained silent to me. Sure, the pack link offered the convenience of a mental barricade, but this new psychic terrain demanded the construction of a mental fortress. It was an exhausting feat to filter the voices and focus solely on those I chose to engage—a task already manifesting as a throbbing headache.

"The next Alpha of Shadow Howlers... Are you saying it’s going to be Celestine?" Alpha Cadmus laughs harder. "Yes! You finally understand. Ah, I’m worried it will take me forever to explain the details to you." He faces the people present at the party with a mocking smile. "From here on, Celestine Smith is the new Alpha of the Shadow Howlers Pack," Alpha Cadmus announces. He turns to glare at Benedict and Beatrice. "If you understand what I just said, you better bow your head to her now. Otherwise, I will do the honor to teach you how to bow."

I'll be adding them up will I finish the book Premier Shifting: The premier shifting is the manifestation of the wolf gene in werewolves which usually takes place between the ages of sixteen to eighteen. This shifting gives a sense of belonging to every human-wolf. It is considered a gift and serves as a reminder that we aren't humans. The shifting differentiated a born wolf from humans and unless one experienced the shift, they are considered humans. Apology: If an alpha rejects your apology, you go through a series of hallucinations. The degree of it depends on the mind of the person. Some can be mild others not so much.

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.

A thin book wedged between two larger ones. "Shifting Disorders in Common Bloodlines." My heart started racing. I pulled it out with shaking hands. The cover was worn and faded, but the pages inside were clear enough. "Chapter Three: Incomplete Transformations." I could barely breathe as I read. "Some wolves experience difficulty completing their first shift. This can be caused by trauma, fear, or psychological blocks..." This was it. This was what was wrong with me. I kept reading, my excitement growing. "The following ritual has been used successfully to break through mental barriers preventing full transformation..."

We are not like them. Shifters are born with their own spirit animal, linked to not only lineage but the individual’s personality. There are so many of us; feline, canine, reptile, rodent, and more. Some are stronger than others, but we’re all a part of our own community. Our own kingdom. All except a few. “So,” I say, spearing a piece of asparagus, “how is the war? There’s going to be a ceasefire?” I say it as casually as I possibly can.

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.

He revealed that humans and shifters weren't parasites; they were the Thought-Centers of the planet's new mind. The ground stopped shaking. The rapid growth of the forests slowed to a steady, peaceful rhythm. "YOU... ARE... THE... EYES," the Earth vibrated. "I... AM... THE... STRENGTH. WE... ARE... THE... NOW." A new type of bond formed. It wasn't the "Slave-Link" of the Star-Callers or the "Hive-Mind" of the Swarm. It was a Symbiosis. The shifters found their transformations were now effortless, fueled by the planet itself. The humans noticed their illnesses were being "Filtered" by the very air they breathed.

“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.