Shifter Novelas e Histórias

With every millisecond that went by, that noose tightened. "I'm saying, I lost them and I can't find the car anywhere. I've got software running her number plate. As soon as a camera picks it up, I'll get pinged but it's been fifteen minutes Ace. He's either reached his destination or he switched cars," Jericho informed, his voice softening.

Cutter replied. “A sub-contractor?” “That’s right.” “What the fuck are you talking about, Cutter? We’re a motorcycle club! Did I miss a memo? Did we take a vote at the last shareholder’s meeting? When did we decide to liquidate our portfolio, and diversify our tax shelters?” I laughed. “This funny to you, motherfucker? I haven’t heard anything to laugh about tonight, that’s for damn sure.” “Calm down, Clutch I—” “Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down. In fact, don’t ever tell me what the fuck to do,” Clutch snapped at me. “You’re not my president. Actually…I outrank your ass.”

The system’s voice thundered a final warning. Anchor transfer irreversible.

My vision tunnels. I’m going to shift. Fuck. I’m going to shift.

Something cracks, and the shifter snarls before he hits the ground and goes still. Kian’s unearthly blue eyes swivel toward me. Then he lopes away, back into the melee. I don’t have a chance to regroup before another shifter clashes with me. But this time, I’m ready. I hit the wolf full force, latching my teeth onto his snout. Using my own body like a counterweight, I swing him around, my teeth tearing into his skin, blood pooling in my mouth. At the fastest point of my shifter pendulum, I let him loose, and he flies into his comrades, bowling down four or five at once.

“My friend, sometimes you have to put all your cards on the table.” I stood and moved into the kitchen to get away from the noise of everyone celebrating. “You’re a shifter? How the fuck did you keep that from us?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. “Well, there are suppressants that delay the shift. I believe your lady love is somewhat familiar with those. But there are also others that simply conceal it. Even humans can sense when they’re near a shifter, there’s something about us that gives it away. I decided a long time ago that my private life would stay private. It cost me quite a bit, but I developed

"Lion's mane for neurological support. Small amount of ashwagandha, modified for your situation." I stopped lifting the mug. "Modified how." "Standard shifter pregnancy protocols assume a shifter mother. Your physiology is human, which creates a different set of demands at the cellular interface." She said it the way someone states a fact they find genuinely interesting. "I extrapolated from first principles. Cross-referenced traditional healer knowledge with the biochemistry of human-shifter genetic interaction." A brief pause. "I'm confident in the reasoning. But I want you to know it was extrap

Tyee I let Dakota take over the shift, and he immediately stretched his stretched his paws. “It’s about time you let me shift.” Dakota smirked. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Alright old man, let’s get going, eh?” Dakota snickered as he got down on his belly for Jennie to climb on. Jennie carefully ran her fingers down our back. “I almost forgot how big you are” She whispered. Dakota nodded his head at Jennie for her to climb on. I felt her fingers grab on to Dakota’s fur, and as soon as she leaned forward, Dakota took off.

Wicked shit. “Whatever,” I said, voice straight ice, no shake. “Message fucking received.” Vicky sucked her teeth hard, spun on her heel, and stalked back to the bar. Hips swaying like she still ran shit. But I caught that tight-ass grip on her shoulders and the tension of a bitch who just got slapped with the reality that she ain’t the only one who can take his attention.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina,