Shifter X Novels & Stories

This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy. The king continues despite my silence. "Shifters, like wolves, also have mates. They mate for life and share a strong bond with their mates. A shifter will know when he's met his." I have no idea where he's going with this. "I knew when I saw you, Hera," he says carefully. "What?" I say. "I knew you were my mate."

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I asked, and he sighed, looking away. "The shifter world is more complicated than you think. The companies that make the suppressants are the same companies that make the blockers. They exist as a way to protect and destroy," he explained, and that confused me even more than the whole debacle. "What does that even mean? When shifters commit crimes that are horrible, they are put on these medications to destroy their glands, and they are stripped of their ability to release pheromones. It's a sort of crippling." He looked grim as he spoke.

He had a particularly sensitive nose, and he was a shifter, which meant that he could become a werewolf at any moment, unlike Xander, who had to wait for the full moon. Shifters were different kinds of werewolves. More powerful. Things between Xander and I weren’t as tense anymore. We were actually talking to each other now; granted, we never mentioned our relationship or any of the risks involved, but we were saying something to each other, which was a significant improvement to whatever was happening between us earlier on. “Your father’s men disappeared before the guys had a chance to track them,” he told me. “And I didn’t see where they were headed. Do you think they’ll pose a threat to t

She muttered. "You're a shifter?" I asked surprised as I knew my senses were surpressed by the wolfsbane but she didn't have a scent of any shifter I had ever met before and I had met bear shifters, cat and panter shifters and she didn't share any scent markers with them. "Yes. I'm a bird shifter, a dove shifter, in fact." she replied with a bitter smile. "But I guess the term as delicate as a bird rings true. I don't please him, I'm not what he wants."

“Ayla, don’t listen to him. I don’t know what he means.” I held his gaze. Fox shifters were clever by nature. Kael saw Rowan’s guilt at once, but he did not expose him. Rowan tried to say more, but I cut him off. “I’m tired. I want to rest.” After that, I stopped showing my hatred toward the shifters. They thought I had finally accepted my fate. They thought I was willing to cooperate and become the bloodline breeding tool for their clans. So they stopped watching me so closely.

Trust her to cut right to the heart of the matter. I took a deep breath. "It's the baby. I have absolutely no idea what to expect. I know the in vitro procedure screened for the best possible embryo but… Will they even be able to shift?” "Many shifter children have a difficult time at first," Kieran said. "But with patience and practice, they gain control of their abilities." "We'll help in any way we can," Nola added. "You won't be going through this alone." I blinked back the sting of tears surprised by a sudden flood of emotions. "You don't know how much that means."

Shane stood there watching as the man slid into a sleek black Koenigsegg. The sports car roared to life, vanishing into the night like an arrow released from a bow. A thrill stirred in Shane’s chest as he clenched the slip of paper in his pocket. Any lingering doubts he had about the mysterious man vanished the moment he saw that car—worth tens of millions. He didn’t know what Xenos was really after, but one thing was clear. The man had power. And maybe, just maybe, he was the lifeline the Xander family desperately needed.

The party at the Prime house rolled into the night. And this was the most Sex on the Beach Francesca had ever had—the drink, that is. The shit was so sweet, it was like drinking juice for breakfast, with a little zinger. And the saying that shifters couldn’t get drunk—that wasn’t really the case. Shifter metabolism was so much faster than humans’ that when drinking at the same speed, shifters burned off the alcohol much faster than their counterparts. But there’s a limit to everything.

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.