Shifter Series Novels & Stories

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p

"As I mentioned before, we've linked a series of shifter deaths in prisons." "No humans, eh?" "It's possible a few might have gotten killed. However, for simplicity, we've stuck to investigating only the shifter ones." "I take it they weren't doing time for the same types of crime." "Nope. Their reasons for being there ranged from tax fraud to drugs to major theft. Nothing to link them. The ages of the victims range from early twenties to late thirties." "No old fogeys? Or are there not any old men in jail?"

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.

What I want to be aware of. Should begin with the essentials. "What is that white thing?" I ask, my voice shaking from dread of the beast. "It is known as a Shifter," Declan shouts out, words streaming like softened margarine from his lips, "and they are the nemeses of werewolves. They are animals of confusion, passing, and wretchedness, with eyes that mirror genuine damnation. Imperceptible to the human and werewolf eye, the best way to distinguish a Shifter in its actual structure is to smell it. We are the main species that has a sufficiently strong feeling of smell."

I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests. “You disagree?” Mr. Shah’s eyes glint, his interest clear. Shah runs an incubator with a combined value of three billion dollars. He’s not a stupid man, and he’s not about to ignore an insider hot to air dirty laundry. “Shifters are competitive by nature. The strong rule. The weak are culled. We ‘pivot’—” Alban spits the word, “so well because we don’t carry dead weight.” Mrs. Shah’s jaw drops, but she quickly covers her distaste with a bland expression. Brody mumbles his agreement, his mouth full.

One of these days. “A couple of hybrids,” I say again. I know perfectly well that she heard me the first time, that she knows what I’m going to say in answer to her question. “Hybrid what?” Her eyes narrow even further, which doesn’t seem like it should be scientifically possible. “Half Moon Caster, half shifter.” She shakes her head. “Bullshit.” “I’ve seen them shift,” I say evenly. “And I’ve seen them do magic.” “They tricked you.”

I was annoyed that they were revealing how crap I was at shifting. But Daphne wasn’t bothered by that. “What do they mean someone pretended to be your mum?” “A shifter.” “Shifter? As in someone who can turn into animals?” “People, other beings, animals, pretty much whatever they want.” Colt mumbles. The news did not sit well with Daphne. She is staring at me horrified. “Woah!” Linc slams on the brakes. He spins around in his seat, glaring at Daphne. “You need to get those thoughts out of your head, right fucking now!”

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Yoshiaki looked at Mitsuhide first before he turned to us and answered Nobunaga's question. "My brother's killers have placed a puppet shogun to replace my brother. He is in no means fit to lead the people and he is only put there to be told what to do. The people will suffer if he continues acting as the shogun." Yoshiaki exclaimed. This puppet shogun that he mentioned was nothing more than just a placeholder. The people behind him wanted power but they needed someone to act as a leader to fool the people. This was a despicable means for power but these people had no issue murdering the last shogun and replacing him with a puppet. This was incredibly unjust and I know Nobunaga would be upse