Shifter Fate Novels & Stories

I hoped things changed when we became official. The axe fell heavily on a log, splitting it in two. He slammed the axe on the tree stump and picked up the pieces he cut. Last night, I was reminded of my deadline to shift or else I’d be kicked out of the shifter region. Enzo was assured that everything would work out. He was the Supreme Alpha but there’s only so much he can do to save me, but I would fight until I had no choice but to accept my fate. “You should be resting,” I said.

The secret was dead, and Anna and Sophie had spent eight years trying to stitch reality back together, one nightmare at a time. Then came the Pulse. Two years ago, a shockwave of unknown origin had rippled through the ley lines, effectively neutering the shifter world. It was a surgical strike against the animal, severing the soul’s connection to the fur. This great muting had created a power vacuum that every predatory faction on earth rushed to fill.

Sora felt the heat in his marrow receding, replaced by a bone deep fatigue that made his vision swim. Vardan dropped Dante onto the floor like a pile of unwanted rags. The old man crawled toward the edge of the shattered window, his charcoal suit ruined by the wind and the spray of the black rain. Dante looked out at the dead city, his eyes searching for a pulse of blue light that would never return. "You have no idea what you have done," Dante wheezed. His voice was thin, stripped of its authority. "Without the network, the mutation in the Shifter clans will accelerate. You have doomed them all to madness."

"Mr. Bellman is still begging for a meeting." I smiled. "Tell him to find Bianca. She was the one who knew how to cherish him." The sea wind lifted my hair as the harbor lights came on. Some people said I was too ruthless and destroyed a family over one wedding. But a man who used my money to support his family, my seats to flatter his childhood sweetheart, and my wedding to polish his image, then expected me to walk down the aisle to protect his dignity? I didn't destroy him. He simply lost access to his personal ATM.

I happen to be standing in the way of four. Four males I consider friends. Four males I trust with my life. “Yours? All of yours.” I say, wanting to reject the idea. “I thought a fated pair was just that, a pair.” It might sound sarcastic, but Ronan knows I’m trying to work this out. Shifter couples differ from human couples in the fact that we were born with something called a fated mate, a person that is created for us, that would create a physical and spiritual bond which would connect us for life. They are half of our soul, our balance. However, the possibility of finding your fated mate is rare. You are considered lucky if you find them in your lifetime.

“And it's true that things got a little… rough, for a minute there. Here are the facts of what happened: “The Shifter was a young male, possibly in his teens. He seems to bear a personal grudge against me for something I'm not aware of having done. At this time, I cannot say whether his anger is directed solely at me, or if it extends to the rest of the Pack as well.” I glanced over at Cillium and was surprised to find him listening intently, watching me. He quickly blinked and looked away; I gave him a smile before continuing, though I wasn't sure if he noticed.

The thought of her being dormant was too hard to accept. "No, I'll be here with you but resting. That's all." saying she got up from my lap. "Lia, remember. I'll always be there for you in your decisions and you are much more than what you think. Be brave." she said walking away. She turned back to me. "I'm ready to shift one more time" "huh? shift? for what?" I questioned. But before I could hear her, my surroundings started to get foggy, then black.

Closer to see the nameplate of the device: [Time Machine – Researching] Lina gave a wicked smile, but her parents' words made her pause for a moment: “ The time machine is being researched...” However, when she looked at the past life monitor, her parents' warning words immediately disappeared, replaced by: "If you want to cut off the predestined fate in this life, you must cut the predestined relationship from the previous life."

he grins marginally. "Did she recollect what she had done?" I question. He shakes his head. "At the point when the Shifter left, so did her memory. Very much like the last not many." A miserable, crushed feeling enters my chest. Shifters are so mean... simply dancing in and demolishing individuals' lives for no particular reason. Take a gander at how they demolished me. I'm who I am as a direct result of them. Is that something to be thankful for, or something terrible?

"A True Mate is a term we use in the shifter community. You’re right that it’s like a soulmate, but the bond is deeper, more primal. It's something your inner beast recognizes the instant you meet them. It's like a magnetic pull, and you just know that this person is meant for you." Vivienne raised an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and doubt in her gaze. "So, it's like determinism? The idea that there's this one person out there predestined for you?" Marcus shrugged his shoulders but nodded. "In a way, yes. It's a strong belief among shifters that fate plays a role in bringing True Mates together. It's not just about compatibility; it's about an innate connection that goes beyond rational e