Psycho Shifters Series Novels & Stories

Lazarus brings the spice to the process- his sounds, his dirty talk and his praise. Yet, despite his animalistic and rough handling of my body, Lazarus is gentle. I can feel he's holding himself back, probably for fear he might hurt me. If only he knew how vicious and brutal cat shifters are, he wouldn't stand near those freaks even if he didn't try to restrain himself.

“I said stop the car.” Humans believed that shifters could sense liars because they could hear the unevenness of a deceitful heartbeat or pick out the sour scent of adrenaline and nervous sweat, and while these were true the real reason was a shifter’s ability to identify a disconnect between visible behaviour and internal functions. There were many reasons why someone might be nervous, or sweaty, or have a heart that flutters at odd intervals. However, an inborn instinct told all shifters when there was something off, and Marcus had always found the niggling division extremely uncomfortable. It seemed they had both reached their breaking points.

I’ll have to stay far away from you, as will Megan, or else we might trigger a shift. “Are you leaving me?” I felt my eyes shift back and the fur receded. Never. Her response was soft, but firm. “We will work on hiding yourself tomorrow.” Loki promised. “You already missed the training start time with the girls. I told Tina and Lynn to start without you. So when we get back, after we eat, we can work on not shifting.” “I’m scared.” I felt my skin ripple again. “I feel like I’m losing control.” “You are,” Loki answered honestly. “But I can’t teach you how not to. Now get on.”

"Please don't hate me too much. I really like you guys, you know. In fact, I'll take care of these guys for you. The Shifters burst through the doors like a dark, stormy cloud, taking over the darkness and plunging it into even deeper chaotic madness. I can only watch as Ray begins to transform with the movement of the ever-changing cloud, his eyes like fire burning on his victims. But the mass of Shifters seems to converge on him, almost swallowing him at the base of the ledge. "This isn't over! I'm fine, but you have to go now! We hear the faint scream echoing around the room, spurring us into action.

The day I was deemed a mere human. You see, we are shifters. In the year 3120, the supernatural world rose and took over the human world. Slowly the humans decreased and the shifters became the dominant races. When people used to think of shifters they would assume it was a human-wolf hybrid that could change with the full moon.

With Shadow Soldier hearing, the roar hurts, but the eardrums survive. My body wants to shift, and I fight it. This will be handled as human unless it goes hands on. My eyes burn with fury, and I count to ten silently to control myself. Kill, Ms. Beast pipes in. Oh, shut up, I snap internally. Alden's eyes ignite as he fights his change. I've challenged him, and he knows it. What he doesn't know is that immediately after the change, I have full control of Ms. Beast, and he doesn't have the same control over his. I'm not a "point and kill" Shadow Warrior the first hours after shifting. I'm a thinking, plotting, killing machine more dangerous than he could ever imagine. Ms. Beast knows we can

Chapter 35 In-between Ezekiels battle the tables had turned quickly on his sibling, as the tides often turn in battle. The third Ghoul, with a bloody, milky hole in its sides gave its last into killing or lashing out as much as it could. Two unfortunate Leopard Shifters laid in the dirt.....screaming, clawing at their chests or arms as the poison quickly branched across their veins and finally reached their hearts.

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.”

"thats where my pack has all our shifting parties when the moon reaches its apex the moon reflexs perfectly off the water. my pack calls it the moon pool because of this....i think its a great idea" "what is a shifting party?" beth asks confused. i look over my laptop at him curious my self but he kind of explained it earlier but im curious if he will go on more about it. "well a shifting partty is where when the moon reaches its apex on a wolfs 16th birthday they shift and so to make them more relaxed we have either close family and friends or a huge group of people present during the shift what we do is when the new wolf starts to shift every wolf that is present starts to shift but slower

Grinned as their jaws split open to accommodate rows of serrated teeth. Andrea's voice ripped through the chaos, ripped through my stunned haze. “Get the humans out of here!” Her command shattered the frozen moment. Reporters scrambled. Protesters ran for the barricades. Council members vanished behind black SUVs. Drones fell from the sky as one of the creatures leapt up and swatted them like flies. The monsters descended on the crowd with brutal, almost mechanical efficiency. I Shifted without thinking. My bones cracked outward with welcome violence. The searing pull of my wolf form tore through me, my muscles ripping and reforming in seconds. My vision sharpened. My rage snapped into focus