Shifter God 소설 & 이야기

I have a soft spot for her after watching her kill Doug, so I'll kill her last. "A shifter who can shift into every kind of shifter known to man. Together, he and I will take over the world." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I freeze. Someone just came through my portal. I concentrate on seeing who it is. I turn to Lindy and Sydney with a smirk.

“Weekdays? We turned that into straight war rooms…Now we gonna operate on dirty shifts.” She tilted her head, confidence dripping. “I still got plugs from my old life. And people who’ll get us that dirt without asking questions.” Her smile turned cold, almost wicked. “And when we drop it?” She let out a low laugh. “His fake-perfect image gonna crash hard… louder than them prison gates slamming shut on us. No coming back from that.” Sophia raised her beer. “To bring that bastard down. Slowly. Painfully. The way he deserves.”

Zane asks, “God of War? I let go of his hand to rub my temples. Of course the fucking god of war would want it to continue. How the hell did the gods not put two and two together? "He warned Eris, and she hatched her contingency plan.” "The shapeshifter, correct?” Selene nods at Zane’s question, and my stomach twists. Just the memory of that… thing is enough to send my skin crawling. That intense cold. Zane’s face twisted into that cruel smile.

I asked Desperately. "You are a shifter. The first of its kind in two centuries," "I had no idea Shifters were real," Lock said. "They are. Lora is proof" David responded but that was not enough. "What exactly is a shifter. What does one do?" He cleared his throat with a frown but answered, "Shifters are one of the strongest beings of the universe. As a shifter you have the power to turn into any creature of your choice," "That's why Marcus was able to train her to turn to a werewolf," Max whispered and David modded.

"If told that the moon goddess is real, would you believe it?" My forearms rest against the table as my hands wrap around the mug of hot chocolate that isn't very hot. "I don't know. Maybe." "She is real. She gifts the shifters their ability. The shifters are her creation." Beginning to feel far too overwhelmed, I lift the drink to my lips and focus on the taste rather than his words.

She was starting to relax again, whether she realized it or not. “I understand. Let me start by telling you about shifters.” Rubbing his forehead, Marcus started what he knew would be a make-or-break conversation in their relationship. “When our beloved mother, the Moon Goddess, created shifters, she knew they would always be at odds with their animal side. In many ways, we are as human as anyone you would meet on the street, but we each have an animal side that we can communicate with. This gives us stronger senses, faster reflexes, greater strength, and a different perspective, but it also makes us act on our instincts more readily. The two parts create a single seamless whole.

Killian, the youngest Elder, interjects. Eugene's wolf blues his eyes. "You, pup," he spits. Do you know what higher powers we'll be provoking? They are deities, gods--" "They are Shifters," I put in, bored. Eight pairs of eyes turn to me. George steps forward. "What?"

But I’m too relieved to have any shred of embarrassment. “He got away, we’ll get him,” I hear, as Frederick moves. The lycan grunts in response. I groan at that, knowing that unless we get that head honcho, this shit ain’t over. It needs to end tonight. I’m not trying to move on with my mate and have a family just to constantly look over my shoulder. So… I do literally the only thing I can do right now. Something I’m not sure I’ve ever done. Shifters do praise and “worship” the Moon Goddess but it’s more about admiration for creating us. It’s not a religious thing.

Only dominant alphas and omegas and powerful betas could have the possibility of shifting. The glands were what made the realm. They were the building blocks of this realm. Destroying that would be like ignoring work, then destroying a human's five senses. I didn't realize the shifter world was this dark. I guess I must have still been seeing it from the perspective of an outsider, so I never looked deep enough. "You said protect and destroy? What protection does it give?" I asked. "Other people use it because they want to damage their glands," he said curtly.

As a small captain under the Castellano family, I handled crews, cargo routes, docking fees, and men. I made more in one month than Ethan made in a year, but I never thought that made me better than him. In a marriage, I believed people should not measure every dollar. If one person earned more, that person could carry more. If one person had more flexible time, that person could give more. I was willing to balance the pier and the family because I thought that was what love required. For six years, I carried most of his family too.