Psycho Shifters Series Novels & Stories

"The Shards weren't just power sources. They were dampeners. They kept the 'Primal Deep' gene suppressed in our DNA. By shattering the Frozen Throne and bridging the ley lines, Elara didn't just save the city—she removed the global safety lock." "So the countdown," Jax said, his voice low and dangerous, "is for when everyone on the coast turns into a monster?" "Not a monster," Sif corrected. "A predator adapted for the world the Council was trying to build—a world of ice and rising tides. But the transformation is violent. Without a Queen to harmonize the transition, the first wave of Abyssal shifters will lose their minds. They’ll turn Oakhaven into a feeding ground." Zane stood up, his sap

They come rushing in and tio is taking temperatures and Damaro is telling me and Aiden to put them both in the bassinets. “They are shaking, abuelo!” I said, and I feel tears coming down. I feel terrified. I don’t know what is happening. “I know, nieta. I have a feeling they are trying to shift.” Abuelo said. “SHIFT?! They were just born!” Austin said and it’s clear he is worried too. ‘Nyx? Help me out. Do you know anything?’ ‘Not a thing. Though, Shadow Maws shift earlier that regular wolves and Aiden is an Alpha. Maybe that could be why this is happening?’ Nyx said and I heard the worry in her voice.

I hadn't even finished a whole row yet. Some stuff is repeated but this book is by far my favorite. It's solely about bear shifters. Bear shifters are the most loyal type of shifter. They would lay down their lives for the ones they are to protect without a single thought. Thats terrifying. I don't want Dom to die because I might. Even though he would probably fight me on it.

"Isabella, the shadows... they’re moving." The Void-Shifters From the flickering edges of the emergency lights, figures began to coalesce. They didn't walk; they drifted, their bodies composed of the same "Liquid Carbon" as Liling’s mask. These were the Void-Shifters, assassins designed to operate in the "Negative Space" Leo had once mapped. "They're phase-shifted," Leo warned, his white hair pulsing with a dim, rhythmic light. "They aren't fully in our reality."

"This one's been active for maybe six hours. The reality distortion field extends about fifty meters in every direction." "Can we fight in that?" Amon asked. "We'll have to. It won't leave its territory, and we can't wait for it to expand further." Whitney looked at me. "Are you sure about this? Paradigm Shifters are unstable. Absorbing one might introduce contradictions into your consciousness." "Everything about this plan is a contradiction. What's one more?" I started down the stairs into the transit station, feeling the world shift wrong around me as we entered the Paradigm Shifter's territory.

I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests. “You disagree?” Mr. Shah’s eyes glint, his interest clear. Shah runs an incubator with a combined value of three billion dollars. He’s not a stupid man, and he’s not about to ignore an insider hot to air dirty laundry. “Shifters are competitive by nature. The strong rule. The weak are culled. We ‘pivot’—” Alban spits the word, “so well because we don’t carry dead weight.” Mrs. Shah’s jaw drops, but she quickly covers her distaste with a bland expression. Brody mumbles his agreement, his mouth full.

But there were still fragments left—enough to make me wish I hadn’t looked. She was a prodigy. The first natural-born female capable of syncing with hybrid DNA. She had volunteered for the first Shift trial, and she had survived. But she hadn’t stabilized. I read the final note in the file aloud, my voice shaking. “Subject Eleven’s shift retention remains erratic. Unstable empathy. Memory regression observed. Risk of emotional conflict with primary directive.” “Pending Termination.” But they hadn’t terminated her. They froze her. They buried her. They used her data to build me.

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

I stood up. “They kill children, babies?” He stared. “They make the death look natural of course… but they are still dying by magic.” “Magic Warriors,” I shake my head, getting on to my feet. “What the fuck kind of fantasy book have I landed into. I’m losing my mind.” I begin pacing. “The men that have been after me, besides you guys, are they these warriors?” “The Ma’Zhee,” he stands up. “Yes. No one knew a shifter existed until the incident with your foster father. Though the story was told differently to the humans, saying he was attacked by the foster kids he took in.”

Still, none of my research provided a solid lead; it remained largely theoretical. As I progressed into high school and witnessed my childhood friends undergo their transformations, I began to question if I even wanted to belong here. Shifting was supposed to be a magnificent gift, amplifying our strengths. Yet, I couldn't help but notice that it also magnified our weaknesses. Those who were unpleasant before their shift became even more insufferable afterward. Individuals with high sex drives pre-shift started sneaking off for quick encounters between classes. The naturally loud ones never seemed to stop talking. It was a world of amplified strengths and weaknesses, filled with a bunch of h