Shifter X Novels & Stories

I’m glad she understands that is what I need right now. I’ve spent most of this week with Tyson, Greta, and Maddox. They have all been helping me with sparing, calisthenics and running, aiding me in improving my performance times. Shifters tend to focus on using all of their senses versus just sight, like humans tend to do. I have learned quite a bit from them and because their training is most usually about pack protection, the physical aspects they’ve focused on are entirely different than what I focus on when working out with the Packers.

“So, tell me about your company. Why’d you start it? What kind of projects do you guys usually work on? Are you a licensed contractor?” “Yep,” I said. “As for why I started it, I noticed there was a lack of shifter-friendly construction companies in the area, and that was a niche I knew I could fill. We’ve worked on everything from shifter-friendly office spaces to the Polar Shift Academy, which is the local integrated school.” “I think I saw that one on the news. How’s the faculty?” he asked as he started cutting into his steak. “Great so far. Noah loves his teacher, and she’s fantastic with the kids. It’s honestly refreshing to see a human so attuned to the needs and psychology of other sh

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.”

he pointed at a shifter that was different from the rest. Its eyes held a flicker of sentient malice, and it was moving with predatory intelligence directly toward them. "That one is sentient, we shouldn't kill him," Mars said. At this point, Keith was not questioning anything, he would do so later. Right now, he had to fight yet another monster. He grabbed the shifter by the face, slamming it into the ground with earth-shaking force.

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

A new Warrior will not intentionally harm someone they love, but accidents involving unaccustomed strength, claws, and teeth happen. The most important thing is to limit mood fluctuations and stress. Tonight, just forty-eight hours after her first shift, I'm taking Marinah into a situation that ticks all the wrong boxes. Axel thinks it's a mistake and I'm not far behind him. Physically, Marinah is doing great. It's her mental strength I'm worried about. She has little warning when she shifts, but I'm pleasantly surprised at her ability to push back the K-5 when it attacks. She's amazing and we only need her to hold it together for an hour at the funeral.

Which is why they hold the event 2 times a year. A few other shifter families that heard about our pack have joined. The shifter families that joined our pack were Tiger, Hawk, and Eagle shifters. Each time a new shifter family joins our pack, a house dwelling that they like, automatically changes into what they require for that family in space. I asked EP about it before, and they say for the most part it is them helping them out.

The pack knew. They always did. By the time Carolina reached the edge of the clearing near the main pack house, whispers were already spreading like wildfire. “She shifted last night.” “Did you feel that energy?” “Xander shifted too—at the same time—” Carolina froze. At the same time. Her stomach twisted. Xander stood at the center of it all. Of course he did. Future Alpha. He didn’t blend into a crowd—he commanded it. Even now, freshly shifted, his presence was different. Stronger. Sharper. Like something inside him had fully awakened.

Instead he did a quick score on the intruders face and body. The Shifter male was of middle age, maybe even the same age as Ezekiel himself, but most Shifters aged slowly. So of course age was always a shaky thing to guess. The Male Shifter was wide of chest, muscles and definition made up all of him. He was slim of waist, but he held himself the way that a man did when they were familiar with battle.

He asked after gobbling his twentieth cupcake. “I don’t know where should I go,” she told him the truth, she had barged in unannounced and used his entire stock of fruits this was the least he deserved “ I have no money and I don’t know a lot of people” Dominic nodded like he expected just as much “ you can always go to a shifter shelter, they are like an NGO” he added at her confused look “ helps stranded and chased shifters to relocate somewhere else with a new identity, you can always ask them to help you”