Shifter Fate Novels & Stories

I tighten my grip on his hand to root him to the moment and remind him that I’m here. Felicity shakes her head, still staring down at Frost’s twisted, pained expression. “If this is how he’s creating feral shifters now, it will end badly. Very, very badly,” she says, almost to herself. “They’ll be unhinged. Violent. Deranged. Unstoppable.” Her words pierce through my worries over Frost, but quite frankly, I’m not in a position to care about an army of unhinged shadow shifters forced into service by her ex when I just want my mate to be safe.

This is not how it was supposed to be. Our family does not get destined mates like other shifters because we our animal is unique. My brother and I can pick a mate if the animal agrees. Once we are mated, if something happens to our mate, we do not get a second chance mate. Fenrir had a mate, she was a jackal warrior that he fell in love with as a kid. After I was born, but before my parents died, there was an accident on the road outside of her old pack, somewhere in the South Middle region, where we are now. She died and left my brother without his mate and any chance at having children. Shifters can only have children with their first mate, even if you get a second chance you cannot have

But then, this was Shifter City. According to the intel we’d been given, everyone who lived here was either a shifter or had descended from one. Only the very rich could afford clothing enchanted to form smart collars when you shifted into your alternate self and to snap back into place around your human form when you shifted back. I doubted that magical technology had changed that much over the four decades. Instead of walking in the direction of the gnarled oak, Griff took me to his Range Rover and opened its passenger door. I glanced up at him to be sure, but when he nodded and smiled, I climbed into the front seat.

END OF FLASHBACK. My life changed after Amal and I won the baking competition, my habits, my heart, my life, and everything about me transformed. I’m no longer the Afraah people know, I don’t belong behind the counter anymore, I own my world and rule it. The last five years were very hard for me, anytime I close my eyes all I see is Khalil’s image and whenever a place gets silent all I hear is the words of Rayan 'Khalil is no more' I couldn’t even sleep even if I try, sleep was something I had to learn how to do again, both sleep and live.

I could almost feel their anticipation, their readiness to pounce, and their hunger for dominance. Within this void, fear and determination waged a battle within me. The suddenness of the shapeshifter's act had shattered the fragile equilibrium, and now I grappled with the unknown consequences that lay ahead. Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope ignited—a belief that this unforeseen turn of events could potentially work in our favor.

Yes, this is obviously our favorite way to sit. "You're not the only human. There are many that are shifters. Werewolves, werecats, werebears, and many others. Just about any animal you can think of, there is probably a person who can shift into them. However, I'm the last of the gorillas. We were already low on numbers, but hunters killed everyone in my family, and I was the only one who survived. Shifters have mates, who are the only people in the world who are made for them. When they find that person, there's an instant connection called the mate bond. I've searched many places looking for my mate, the one person who I can love and cherish and who will help keep my species alive." I can'

She spits the word, glaring at Fiona. I try to piece the mess together. “When?” I whisper. “After you healed me. That’s when I knew I’d never be happy sitting under you. After you healed Matt, I realized something had to change. I wasn’t going to stay in this shitshow unless I was running it. So I told Matt. He said no. I had no choice but to break the bond. First few times sucked… then it got fun. But it’s like a tether—no matter what I do, it’s still fucking there!”

“You don’t have to hurt anyone. You don’t have to fight. You’re… alone now. But you don’t have to be angry. You don’t have to be dangerous.” The shapeshifter paused. Its black limbs stilled slightly, eyes flickering with something faintly like recognition—or hope. Adonis stepped forward, aura flaring just enough to surround the shapeshifter in warmth, not force. “You’ve lost your handler. You’re confused. But you can choose. You can stay in this storm and risk everything… or you can let it go.” The storm seemed to hold its breath. Lightning struck nearby, illuminating the shapeshifter’s frame. It shivered, limbs collapsing inward for a moment, then extending again.

But the shifter flinched away from her intensity. "Too much," it gasped. "Too... bright..." *Nexus will moderate,* the consciousness soothed, creating buffer between Lyra's power and the damaged being. Light dimmed to comfortable glow, divine template filtered to manageable levels. The shifter slowly stabilized, its form settling into something vaguely humanoid. "Thank you... thought I would scatter forever..." "What happened to you?" Dimitri asked gently. "Reality died," the shifter whispered, and everyone froze. "My timeline... collapsed. Only few escaped. Scattered across dimensions. Looking for... sanctuary..."

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”