Shifters Novels & Stories

I said tightly, pushing through. But I couldn’t. The air cracked. A force repelled me, flinging me backward a step. My chest slammed into the barrier like an invisible wall. “What the hell was that?” The prophets stared. One of them stepped forward. “You can’t leave.” “What?” “There is something ancient around you,” she said solemnly. “It’s a Soul Shifter's seal.” My blood turned cold. “Soul Shifters?” I whispered. “They’re beings who jump between bodies,” she explained. “They extract souls. Replace them. Live lives that were never theirs.”

Eliane screams her anger, sending another blast of fire at the elves who are trying to bury their hatchlings alive. I look around, seeing that the elves are doing the same to the wolves and shifters. They are creating trenches in the earth then trying to bury them alive while the wolves and shifters frantically try to claw their way out. I send a blast of fire toward the elves who are digging trenches, giving the shifters a chance to get out. As soon as they’re free of the trench, they begin attack the elves. “Give them to Cal’s kids,” I shout above the noise, watching as Shiv, an eagle shifter, b

To them he bestowed his power — binding their souls to beasts. Thus were born the Shifters, mortals who could share their form and spirit with an animal kin. They were the bridge between instinct and intellect, bound forever to Mahina’s moon. But in the echo of his creation, the balance trembled. Three divine gifts — Magic, Nature, and Strength — had reshaped Nethara. None foresaw the shadow such beauty would cast.

“Is it … weird having a bunch of people in your head?” “Not when you’ve grown up with it. And not when you have your animal. They manage most of the mind link. It’s a bit weird when your Alpha pushes himself into your mind, even if you’ve shut him out. But that’s only on rare occasions or when the pack is at risk.” “Are there other shifters out there besides wolves?” “Oh yeah. There are bears, panthers, tigers, pretty much any predatory animal can be a shifter.” “What about dogs?” she asks.

They began to **change**. Their fur turned into green, crystalline needles. Their eyes turned into hollow voids of emerald light. They grew in size, their bodies twisting into grotesque, insectoid versions of themselves. They were no longer wolves; they were "Hive-Drones," bound to the will of the ship above. "They’re turning our own people against us," General Vance growled, reaching for her sidearm. "It’s not just the shifters," Marcus said, pointing at a second monitor.

The guards close the door behind her, and we rush to the small opening to watch, including me. “He called her a shifter. She’s not a werewolf.” She smells nothing like a werewolf. “Girl, there are different kinds of shifters,” Sheril says. “Werewolves are the most predominant ones, but there are also werebears and werecats. Kanda is one of those last two. Never seen her shift, though, so I don’t know which it is.” “Oh. I didn’t know that.” “Zao likes collecting rare people. To him, we’re like animals.”

My mouth drops in shock as I gulp and whisper. "A shifter?" The King nods proudly as he says, "Yes we need to find out who your blood father was, I would probably say dragon, but If we find your father, we would know for sure." I feel the colour leave my face as I whisper. "Shifters are real, like dragons and wolves?" Halfurian throws his head back, laughing as he replies. "Amongst many other species, Everything is real Beven, from Gods and Devil's to shifters, witches and vampires they all walk amongst us until there power is ready to show itself and I'm guessing your time will be soon, how long have you been feeling this?"

" I choke on a breath at his proximity, pulling away slightly. I tilt my head, wondering exactly what I want to know. What I need to know. Might as well start with the basics. "What is this white stuff?" I inquire, my voice still shaking with fear of the monster. "It's called a Shifter," Wes says, the words flowing like melted butter from his lips, "and they're the sworn enemies of werewolves. They are creatures of chaos, death and misery, with eyes that reflect true hell. Invisible to the human and werewolf eye, the only way to detect a Shifter in its true form is to smell it. We are the only species with a strong enough sense of smell.

All things considered, I was off-base. 'Once more, it showed up, at the edges of the doors, holding some weird circle-like articles. At the point when different Shifters came to look, he delivered the circles, all of which delivered an abundance of sentiments that stimulated the Shifters that encompassed it. They were acquainted with numerous feelings that were not accessible inside our domain, like desire, insatiability, and outrage. The justification for why Shifters need feelings is to cause them to feel to some degree invigorated while they pause, permitting them to hold some of what their spi

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."