The Shifter Novels & Stories

“You are so full of yourself and think so highly of yourself that I feel like we shall handle this right now. Shift.” Shannon paled and shook her head. “No.” “I said fucking shift.” We screamed together, and Shannon dropped to her knees. She had no way to fight against my command. And this time, I used my full power to demand her to shift. She writhed on the ground and her eyes grew wide as fur danced down her skin. I watched as her shift took over until she laid panting at my feet.

I smiled, but then my eyes widened as I saw something jump out into the road. “Watch out!” I shouted. Enzo slammed on the brakes, making the truck come to a screeching halt. We jolted in our seats at the sudden stop, breathing heavily as we stared face-to-face with… A shifter in the middle of the road. I recognized those eyes. They were the same eyes I saw when we got to the lodge, staring at me from the woods. “That’s…” “I know,” Enzo said, throwing the truck in reverse and hitting the gas. We sped backwards, then he put the truck back in drive and swerved around the shifter just before it attempted to make a slash at the vehicle.

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."

It makes for accessible communication on simple matters in human form, but it makes you zone out, so conversation must be short. Handy when shifting during battle, as it's meant for that purpose, and there is no distraction. Theo and I are the only ones that can link everyone simultaneously, being the heads of the clan. All the shifters have it, but it's only valid if you have a high-ranked shifter to activate the link. Once we're ready to start, Theo's in the middle of his group; I'm more front and center with mine. Scanning the candidates, I find Magnus quickly, about 20 feet away from Theo.

I said already tired of talking. "Hmm... This one is hard Nicole. Have you ever shifted?" "Shifted? No!" I knew what shifting was and I knew I have never ever shifted. "What does shifting have to do with this." "The trick to this Nicole is shifting. You have to go to a forest, shift, and run round the forest to let out the steam. That's just all. It isn't so hard, but hard for those that haven't ever shifted. It would also be satisfying if you injure the said girl he was cheating on you with. That's a trick, Nicole." Phils explained and I knew what he was saying was way way not for me. I haven't shifted and don't think I would ever shift.

There was no amount of concealer to hide the shadows around those eyes and I had my hair pulled back in a bun so tight it was hurting me. I was twenty-six. I was supposed to be completing a degree, or traveling, or at least having a drink with friends that didn’t only talk about their tips at the diner. My mates did party but not me. Instead, I was calculating the cost of feeding and bills to pay. "Next stop, Damen," the overhead voice crackled. I stood up, my knees cracking. Every joint in my body felt like it would fail. I’d just finished a ten hour shift, and the sun was barely out. Most people were just waking up while I was just trying to make it to the front of my door.

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 might as well be as short as a hobbit in a land of orcs. “Adjust the driver's seat, Milan.” “Noted, Boss.” The computer intones, “Adjusting driver’s seat.” At Mr. Grey's command, the seat obediently slides into a more manageable position. “She's Milan. Whenever you need help with anything, just ask her.” I nod, however. Paranoia creeps in, and I wonder if the computer's monitoring more than just the car's systems… I glance around the dashboard, half-expecting to see blinking lights or a judgy face staring back_

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.

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.”