Shifter X Novels & Stories

Shifters carry an underlying human scent, and that’s exactly what I’m picking up as I take a tentative step forward, then stop. It’s a fox. Undoubtedly. A fox shifter. “Fuck me,” I snarl, scanning the area. Fox shifters are more than rare. They’re nearly impossible. Well, there are a few exceptions, and one of them is my grandmother, Amanda, the only known fox shifter in our entire world, as far as we’ve been able to gather. It’s a rare recessive gene that sometimes makes its presence known in Alpha bloodlines. Fox shifters, in our lore and history, are notoriously violent, cunning, and mischievous and shouldn’t be fucked with.

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.

“Where did you hear that shit?” I could hear the skepticism in Dude number two’s voice. “It’s all there on Shifter,” Dude number one replied. “Seriously?” “Seriously, Dude.” I glanced over, and they both had their phones open. This Shifter thing must either be a website or an app. The bartender came back to check on us; we each ordered a refill. “Can we get a table?” “I’ll ask.” “Thanks.” I checked on the app first. Sure enough, there it was. It had the High Council logo. “Learn something new every day,” I commented while creating an account.

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.

Using this moment as an unspoken excuse to touch each other, embrace and grapple for dominance. Brandon soon found that through Ezekiel’s strength and stamina were monstrous compared to his own. It was obvious that he held back the beast and the Reaver inside of him. Ezekiel was a Shifter and by default his raw strength was more than a match for a mortal, excluding Brandon’s hidden powers.

There’s something incredible about this guy, something terrifying. “Absorb what you can today and listen to me properly. This can help you later. There are so many defenses you can use when he attacks you. Yesterday, you used a shin block. That was surprising, but I bet you lost yourself in your adrenaline and stopped thinking at all, didn’t you?” Fruto squinted his eyes. Ponjie chuckled nervously. “Well, whatever. That was useful in the end. Now, aside from blocking you can also parry, avoid, evade, disrupt, and anticipate.

I asked, to which I was mentaly preparing myself for a very off the wall reply. “Of course I know who I am! I’m Rin the Chimera!” He sounded so sure and so proud of himself. Meanwhile me and Kyle were petrified by his answer. He didn’t classify himself as a shifter, but a Chimera. The way he has been shifting was concerning. He was able to shift one beastly arm and not produce any other animal parts. This sounds like a stage three shift but he seems to be constantly in it. This means he has mastered not just one animal tribe, but the chimera power itself. It is safe to say that he is in fact not a shifter anymore, but soloy a chimera.

"Indianna? She's pregnant! I could've hurt her-" "You didn't hurt anyone," Ace assured Tai. He reached out for her hand. She stiffened when they touched. "You weren't in control, were you?" Tai closed her eyes and shook her head. "I never am when I shift," she said lowly. "I try and fight the feeling to turn for as long as possible, but then all it takes is for me to get angry and I can't control the change." "What made you angry?" Ace wondered. "Rai," Tai grumbled.

“I’M NOT a bastard!” He laughed. “But you didn’t deny being shifterless.” Ari King pushed him out of the way. “Why should she deny being shifterless? We all were born around the same time. Some primates don’t show their abilities until after their zenith. Stop being a prick, Hiru.” Hiru pushed him back. “Stop being the leader of the unwanted. She’s shifterless. I overheard my dad talking to hers.” “So, what! Kataya has never done anything to anyone. You shouldn’t be too glad to mock her. Besides, my uncle told me that the next shifterless is meant to do great things and her mate will be just as powerful as she.”

Lillah’s body still shook, on the cusp of a shift, “ I don’t think Neeri is in the mood to listen right now.” “That’s ok, we shall still try, you will have to practice at this.” He stroked her face. “Lillah, you have to step back while Neeri steps forward. Part of the issue is that you do not give way, the other part is that Neeri forces control. Look.” He picked a flower from the meadow. “When you shift you are turning every petal and the flower head individually to make it face the other way.” He demonstrated, destroying the flower in the process. “What you need to do,” He picked another flower, “is just turn.”