Shifter Fate Novels & Stories

I guess it was Brian who sprinted to them and tried to separate them, together with the others. My eyes shut when I felt my head aching. I groaned as I gritted my teeth. My world felt like turning as I attempted to stood. But I wobbled and bump my hip on the table. The pitcher and the vodka were spilled when I tried to lean my hand on the table but the water got on my hand and my hand slipped. I drop again on the ground as the pitcher rolled towards my face and the remaining water spilled on my face. Damn! It so cold that it made me quiver.

"Just push him in, and let's leave! He doesn't deserve the mercy, but we don't deserve to let the sun peel our skin off." Connor twisted his neck to look up at me, mouth quirked in an infuriating grin. "She's right, you know. You will never get me in this position again. It is best not to waste favorable opportunities such as this." I clenched my jaw so hard that it hurt. They were both right. This is what we all wanted—me, Gemma, Raisa, Jerah and Jaci, Helie, Rian… and thousands of other shifters. Whether these thousands of other shifters knew it or not, their futures depended on my actions. Their hope and their despair all weighed on my shoulders.

Everyone trained and prepared daily because it was all we could do. Theia had given us the exact date of the rise of the full blood moon from one of her visions, and it was in three days now. Three days to determine the fate of every shifter here, so many lives at stake, so many depending on this to go right. And if shifters lose this battle, the nether realm will move its target to humans. They were multiple times more than our population. It was terrifying to imagine the level of destruction that could happen, which is why we have to win. Let the countdown begin.

It was listening. And there, in the midst of the ruined circle, and with the ash of the broken symbols whirling about his feet, stood Fenric with his hands not trembling with fatigue, but with the shock of what he had just wrought. The Shift was not in pieces, but there was something altered in its framework. He could sense it as a crack down in a mirror, subliminal but keen, a disjunction that would increase over time.

She didn't know who he was, she had never met him before but she knew right there and then that he was her mate. She didn't admire his features for long as she immediately moved away when she heard him call out. “You…” Fear immediately gripped her and she stood straight. She bowed immediately and apologized. “Forgive me, I… it wasn't intentional”. She quickly explained but he remained quiet. 'how is this possible? The moon goddess said I didn't have a fated mate but I'm very sure I feel the mate bond with her. Did she really give me a chance'? He thought still looking at her trying very hard to hide the shock he was feeling.

He looked grim as he spoke. This was horrible. What crimes does a person commit that deserve such punishment? From all I'd been taught in class, I knew that glands were very important to shifters. They were what dictated their very existence. Sure, they could once shift, as the name implied, but with the development of their realm, they often weren't inclined to, and the ability had sort of atrophied so that your average shifter couldn't use it. Only dominant alphas and omegas and powerful betas could have the possibility of shifting.

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

“Before you decide fate is against you, try shifting without fear.” The idea sank into me, cool and unfamiliar. Shift without fear. The thought alone made my stomach twist. Shifting had always been tied to pain, to something foreign and uncontrollable. But what if it didn’t have to be? I looked around. Callum, Asher, Malcolm—they were all occupied, too focused on the war ahead to see the war raging inside me. It would be selfish to pull them away, to ask them to hold my hand through something I should face alone.

Not being able to touch put space between us that we couldn’t breach with our bodies, and it forced us to connect in other ways. “I can be doom and gloom if you want me to, but the fact is that we can’t change this situation right now.” I gestured between us. “It’s going to take some time to track down every last shifter even after we finish with the cats and wolves. I’m sure there are a few that slipped through our fingers. We can keep considering this a shitty curse—which it is—or we can try to change our perspective and look at it as a chance to get to know each other.”

Melody barked, “He did this.” A devilish grin stretched across my face as I released him. Thomas dropped to the ground with a thud, splashing in the puddle of mud. The delightful sound of bones cracking in the eerie night was music to my ears, watching him wither in agony as he transformed into his wolf. There was always a cost to pay when shifting, such excruciating pain was inescapable. His clothes shredded, fur sprouting from his skin, bones reconstructing themselves until he morphed into his wolf. Snatching the back of his neck in a punishing hold, “Stop.” I commanded in my Alpha tone.