Psycho Shifters Series Order Novels & Stories

We were born shifters. I caught three more of the cats’ helpers, and the cops came to pick them up every time I got another one. Around ten, I felt Hazel wake up, but she didn’t reach out to me. I wasn’t hurt by her distance. I knew she was just trying to cope. The stream of shifters was almost constant. So when it slowed, I reached back to the Alpha power and pulled again. There was more resistance as the shifters fought the pull, so I continued to tug back until the resistance fell.

After the party Tessa lie in bed and think about the two men that is sleeping in the rooms adjacent to her and it buffles her to why she can't keep her hands off of them. 'It is the mate bond. As shifter children they grow up seeing it all around them. You are new to it all. Your attraction to them are way more intense than a normal human. Your senses are heightened to their smell, their touch. Once you are marked it can calm down but in some case with strong and dominant people the feelings get more intense. But you will feel what the other one feel, hear what the other obe think and ever experience pain like they do. And shifters can't cheat. It inflicts so much pain to their mate that in

“What the hell?” I smile weakly, not hiding my rage. “Retribution, assholes,” The ground bursts open and long thin vines race towards the panther shifters. They howl in fear and jump out of the way. I laugh angrily, as the vines change direction, almost as if they have a mind of their own and chase the shifters. “It’s her!” one of them shouts. “She’s controlling them!” “How?!” his companion hisses. “The dealer said—ugh!”

Sienna, present... The thing about my life is that it feels as though I have lived many. From my torturous childhood, to the death of my pack, to being left alone for years. I've seen many things someone would barely see in 3 lifetimes let alone my miserable 1. The fact I'm still here still astounds me. 24 years old and all I've known is misery, distaste and cruel people. I decided when I was able to shift that I would no longer be this awful waste of space person.

Do you think he is still mad at us? No… but I’m still furious with him. She snapped her teeth. Two faced hypocrite. I’m not mad… Lillah told her counterpart in a quiet voice. I’m annoyed enough for the both of us – you don’t have to be mad. Isn’t that a … dissonance of thought? Aren’t we meant to be the same? Lillah shivered with worry and a sleepy Rhy pulled her closer. It wasn’t common, but it happened – differences between the two halves twisting the shifter to become insane or wild.

“Everyone in safe zones.” “Confirmed,” Jax added, his eyes scanning the treeline. “We’ve cleared every path. No stray shifters in the danger zones.” Cheyenne held up a hand. “Alright, everyone. Remember the sequence: illusions first, Tora’s traps trigger as they follow, Nalia guides, Isolde misleads, Thorne executes strike zones, and Serenya—you complete the circle. Your energy will unify the five of us and amplify everything we do. Timing and precision are critical.”

And everything changed. The sensation wasn't cold or hot. It was like a surge of electricity spreading through her entire body. She saw flashes of images: ancient forests, palaces, swords, blood. She felt the exhilaration of running free as a shifter, the agony of betrayal, the loneliness of thousands of years. All of Morat’s emotions flooded into her.

I said. "Why do you want to see me all of a sudden?" Alpha Barker asked curiously. "I'm moving to the next city to start my life afresh," I said. "Ohh, but why moving all of a sudden? You can stay back in the midnight city, and I will get anything you want," Alpha Barker said convincingly. "That's not the problem, I need a change of environment away from Kessler, Nina, and Elena," I replied. "Nina, she doesn't even care about you anymore. She's unbothered if you are alive or not. About Elena and Kessler, they will do nothing to you," Alpha Barker said, reassuringly.

“Strength without control is useless. Now strike.” Steel clashed again and again. The rhythm was sharp and relentless. I watched every movement closely, correcting grips, kicking ankles apart when stances weakened, knocking blades aside when arms grew lazy. “The wolf shifters will hold their form until they feel their bones strain,” I commanded to another group shifting partially, claws extending while remaining upright. “You do not shift to escape pain. You shift to master it.” A growl echoed from one of the younger warriors as he forced himself through the transition. I did not soften.

Storm wasn’t sure how her sister would react. “That’s okay Aunt Storm.” Aysen spoke up. “Axel and I can shift also.” He smiled up at her. “How old were you when you shifted?” she asked. Cra put her hand on Storm’s shoulder, “they were four, Arlo and Ashtyn haven’t shifted yet, but they can mind link and extend their claws, which came as a very big surprise.” Cra explained with a chuckled. “I think it has to do with the fact that Aysen will be Alpha and Axel will be Beta and Arlo and Ashtyn will more than likely be Gamma’s.” Alistair said.