Shifter Series Novels & Stories

That was one of my daughters favorite phrases. She chuckled again, “Your inner animal. You are what we call a dormant shifter. Over the years, shifters in your family have mated with humans. It has happened enough that the shifter gene is almost non-existent. Due to that, it takes a life-threatening event for your animal, me, to come forward. One more generation, and you would be 100% human.” Ok, I’ll bite, what else do I have to do? Shifters as in wolf, lion, tigers, and bears, oh my. I laugh at my little Wizard of Oz reference.

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

"Not before or after. Not until the night the hellhound bit me." He shrugs. "It could be they didn't think you would shift to a Shadow Warrior. All Shadow Warrior females carry the gene that produces K-5. Unfortunately it only activates in one out of a hundred. Your grandmother and mother may not have ever made the transition. In males it's opposite and only one in a hundred don't shift." "I still think my father should have told me where I came from." Half of King's steak remains and he pushes it across the counter. "Eat."

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.

Niggas was already throwin’ cash, bills raining around me like confetti. I dropped into a full split, grinding my pussy against the stage floor, then bounced back up, twerkin’ hard—my ass moves fast, cheeks smacking loud, titties bouncing free in that tiny bra. I ripped the bra off mid-spin, letting my heavy tits spill out, nipples hard as diamonds under the lights. I slid my hands down my body, squeezing my own titties, then sliding between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through the thong till the fabric was soaked.

“What do you know about shifter history?” It was an odd direction, but I shrugged and went with it. “Only the basics from school. Big dates and events. The Shifter Rights Movement in the forties and fifties, the Shifter Purge in Russia back in the early 1800s, things like that. Why? What’s this got to do with me?” Leo knocked back the rest of his beer in three fast gulps and stifled a burp. “Okay. Let me tell you a story. Hold all your questions till I’m finished. I’m pretty sure you’ll have a bunch.”

“I said stop the car.” Humans believed that shifters could sense liars because they could hear the unevenness of a deceitful heartbeat or pick out the sour scent of adrenaline and nervous sweat, and while these were true the real reason was a shifter’s ability to identify a disconnect between visible behaviour and internal functions. There were many reasons why someone might be nervous, or sweaty, or have a heart that flutters at odd intervals. However, an inborn instinct told all shifters when there was something off, and Marcus had always found the niggling division extremely uncomfortable. It seemed they had both reached their breaking points.

“It’s pretty simple when you have such an amazing product. Just wait until they see the one you’ve got coming.” She leaned into Noah’s chest, enjoying just being there, cradled by his arm. “Have you seen the new game, Maya?” Josh asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I haven’t. What’s it about?” “Oh, it is amazing,” Josh gushed. “It’s called Shifter Warrior.” She nodded, glancing at Noah from the corner of her eye. “Let me guess. Does the warrior change into animals?” “A panther!” Josh exclaimed. “How frickin’ cool is that?”

Sensing the challenge, she shrugged before opening the giant book and placing it on the coffee table. Everyone’s eyes shifted onto a black and white drawing where a human was sitting grouched, knees to her chest, and a wolf was standing before her. There was a trail of smoke between the two, reminding me of the exact thing that happened in the morning! “What you are looking at, is what’s called, a Split Shifter.” Grace began, earning all of our attention. “The cases of split shifting are rare, one time in centuries kind of rare. That’s because the split shifters are believed to possess some kind of power that can enhance one of shapeshifters and supernaturals.” She placed fourth, causing my

Then, Sage told the story. 'Many years ago, humans were the only creatures that walked this earth. They lived off the land, but there were always wars and fighting. The almighty that created humans also created animals. He decided that humans needed some of the compassion that the animals did but weren't sure how to go about it. That's when the Moon Goddess herself showed up and created the first of the shifters. At first, there were only one species of shifters, one that lived in harmony with the humans. Over time, more species of shifters appeared from the Moon Goddess. The Moon Goddess, after seeing the trails of love from humans, gave every shifter a mate. Someone who was meant for them.