Shifter Fate Novels & Stories

"Fiona Katherine Winchester breaks up with Sebastian Prime over spilt wine. Most coveted Female Billionaire is once again single." Curse Sebastian and my Mother, my upcoming weeks were going to be a living hell, I was sure of it.

she informed him in between mouthfuls. "The most beautiful flowers always have thorns." They did, didn't they? "I'm still not crazy about it. I mean one shifter was bad enough, but fate is sticking me with two." "Well, you could try bonding to only one of us," Javier said, mischief glinting in his eye. "But the one not chosen would probably try to drown his disappointment between the thighs of another."

A new Warrior will not intentionally harm someone they love, but accidents involving unaccustomed strength, claws, and teeth happen. The most important thing is to limit mood fluctuations and stress. Tonight, just forty-eight hours after her first shift, I'm taking Marinah into a situation that ticks all the wrong boxes. Axel thinks it's a mistake and I'm not far behind him. Physically, Marinah is doing great. It's her mental strength I'm worried about. She has little warning when she shifts, but I'm pleasantly surprised at her ability to push back the K-5 when it attacks. She's amazing and we only need her to hold it together for an hour at the funeral.

he smiles slightly. "Did she remember what she'd done?" I question. He shakes his head. "When the Shifter left, so did her memory. So did the last few." A feeling of sadness and defeat fills my chest. The Shifters are so mean...just waltzing around and ruining people's lives for fun. Look how they ruined me. I am who I am because of them. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

he threw the stone getting 3 skips. "I was just doing what was expected of me now that I'm Alpha. I thought it would be easier." Ahanu put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm guessing you forgot about the full moon tomorrow and the pack run. How are you going to explain when someone is walking around letting it all hang out if they shifted and forgot their clothes?" "Damn it! Okay just let me think for a minute." I put my head in my hands, why does this have to be difficult.

that maybe I would change my mind with time But I hadn’t. I never loved Cassandra and I never will. She was just a friend, nothing more. And yet. . . since fate hadn’t granted me a true mate, maybe it was time to surrender. Maybe it was time to settle. “But we can’t. We’ve come too far to give up now,” my wolf, Wyatt, growled inside me. He had always held onto hope. Always believed she was out there, waiting to be found. But even he was starting to falter.

" A touch of cautious optimism laced her voice, reflected in uncertainty that kept us hostage. My brow furrowed, deepening the creases. "Shapeshifters are a double-edged sword. Succeed, and they may tilt the balance. But fail, and it could destabilize our entire position." The weight of responsibility lay heavy upon me. As leader of these underground shelters, the lives of everyone here rested on my shoulders.

I snapped. No shifters were the last phase of late shifters and that is where I would be headed if I didn’t shift before 30. They were usually angry and had an awkward characteristic of wanting to show force…because that’s the only way the wolf in them could express themselves. It’s why people didn’t like late shifters. There was always the probability of becoming a no-shifter. I stared at him. “I don’t… I don’t understand what that has to do with anything, though…”

In the final instant of my fall, I grabbed onto her, and the two of us fell to our deaths together. Then we were both reborn. In this life, we each made choices completely different from before. She got what she wanted, encountering the Mafia Boss's heir on a street riddled with gunfire and becoming his wife. I changed my own fate as well. Marco looked terrifying, but to be honest, I would rather marry him than spend even one more second near Luca. Vivian thought Luca was a gentle, considerate, perfect gentleman. Unbeknownst to her, marrying him was the true beginning of her nightmare.