Psycho Shifters Series Novels & Stories

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. *******

I whispered. “They all ran away,” said the driver. “The witches, mages, vampires, faeries, angels, and the demons. Beowulf was the Shifter King at the time, and he said he wasn’t leaving his home. When Fenrir and his mate took over, they went one step better.” “How?” I asked, my eyes wide. “Shifter City has the strongest wards of any supernatural enclosure.” He tapped the side of his nose. “They’re not just powered by the life force of the most powerful god who ever lived, but with the magic of the Sixth Faction of Hell.”

Often, they were tragic, bloody and toxic. Richard knew a number of those cases. Stockholm syndrome, psychopathic tendencies, behind-the-scenes manipulations and gaslighting were common tricks employed by immature shifters to win their chosen one. Mates were led to think that they could only be happy with their ‘saviour’’, and the pair simply lived in a fantasy world spun by Ambrose’s teachings.

******* The shapeshifters roar in happiness as they were able to establish a frequency connection, and a voice sounded from the TV. A voice emanated from the screen, an eerie silence fell over the hall. The shapeshifters, initially filled with anticipation, now wore expressions of surprise and confusion. It was evident that the voice they heard did not belong to Drake Canostus, the powerful shapeshifter they had sought to connect with. Instead, it was an unexpected encounter, a twist in their meticulously planned scheme.

"Are you okay, Hera?" "I'm, uh," I hesitate. I can't even pinpoint what I'm feeling. "Overwhelmed. It feels like only yesterday I was learning shifters even existed. Now we've got shifters after the king with silver, which I didn't even know was an issue." I sigh. "I'm good at what I do, but this makes me feel so…helpless." "Listen," he runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Shifters were taking care of themselves long before you even knew we existed. Whatever threat is rising will pass."

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.

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

I nodded, not really sure what to say. “Though…I think there are a few more Blood Witches around. Or at least, my father knows of them. They provided some equipment later on. A few things in my father’s office as well as the inhibitors on Emmett and I.” “Inhibitors? For what?” She looked at me sadly. “Shifting.” I stood up, nearly knocking the chair back behind me. She seemed a little shocked that I stood up as well, the potato she had forked was hovering above the boiling water.

No," I growl surprising myself by speaking before I knew what I was going to say. But I'm not going to let her off that easily. In my world In the shifters community transgressions are deal with head on. They aren't handled by cops or resignation. Punishment is swift, usually physical. Or else recompense is demanded, Or offered, and accepted. She flinches, her slender shoulders sinking. "What are you going to do? Her voice sounds hoarse. Blood rushes to my cock at the thought of taking her to task. Firmly I lower my voice to a dangerous level. "What do you think I should do?"

It's rare that the Shadows get this kind of interaction with the council, they normally keep pretty much to themselves. A male wolf shifter named Shane who is considered our “general” if you’re comparing ranks to a human army, steps forward. He looks like a massive GI Joe come to life but he has a soft side once you get to know him. I note his witch mate Maya, who hardly ever comes to headquarters.