The Shifter Novels & Stories

The shifter yelled, gnawing her teeth in rage now. "Now you're talking, huh? Just so you know you have no right to ask," I roared in a stern voice. The shifter tried to squirm free from my hold, eyes glinting defiantly as she grunted out, "Put me down now. Let me go, please." My soft laugh floated in the air. “You think your little outburst will keep me out from you, mi lady?”

"Your life is in extreme, immediate danger. Right now. In this very building." Stacy’s posture stiffened. For a fraction of a second, a shadow of pure shock crossed her face, but she quickly masked it with a hard, defensive scoff. "My life? Sweetie, do you know who the fuck I am? I am Stacy Williams. I’m untouchable in this city."

He can't teach me something that should've been a part of my life since I was a pup. Then, there's the painful concept of semi-shifting, as he calls it. It's the impressive ability to shift a certain part of your body rapidly to make it stronger. So, you'd throw a punch at your opponent and shift partially, making the blow almost deadly. I can't grasp this whatsoever. I find it impossible to shift only one part of me and have no guidance or the damndest clue on how to do it. Instructor Wylde offers no advice. I'm standing amidst a relatively large group of people but I've never felt more alone in all my life.

“My friend, sometimes you have to put all your cards on the table.” I stood and moved into the kitchen to get away from the noise of everyone celebrating. “You’re a shifter? How the fuck did you keep that from us?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. “Well, there are suppressants that delay the shift. I believe your lady love is somewhat familiar with those. But there are also others that simply conceal it. Even humans can sense when they’re near a shifter, there’s something about us that gives it away. I decided a long time ago that my private life would stay private. It cost me quite a bit, but I developed a synthetic pheromone that I mix into my deodorant and cologne.

I cared about the man who had looked at me in a cellar and seen a queen when I had only seen a victim. Behind me, the Vanguard’s boats roared into pursuit. I saw the shimmer of their pulse rifles—non-lethal to humans, but designed to shut down a shifter’s nervous system with enough voltage to stop a heart. They weren’t coming to rescue Girard. They were coming to turn him into a trophy of necessary sacrifice. “Tracker lock!” the computer shouted. “Target directly below. Depth: ten meters.” I didn’t hesitate. I hit the emergency brake, the boat spinning in a violent arc as I grabbed the specialized harpoon rifle I had loaded with the neutralizer. I rushed to the railing, the boat pitching so

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.

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.

"Help me stop this." He tilted his head. Those eyes glinted like twin mirrors to some other world. "When something has begun," he said calmly, "you cannot stop it." And then the pain hit. Hot and wild burning sensation, tearing through my backbone like a thunderbolt. My muscles twisted. Bones cracked. My garments ripped at the seams. I screamed, not from fear, but from the sheer impossibility of what my body was doing. I was changing. Shifting. It wasn't supposed to be possible. The moon was gone. I had never shifted before. Not even get anywhere near.

I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist to move him closer. "With pleasure, my dear." He slides inside, and I feel a slight pain that quickly goes away. One major benefit of being a shifter is that we actually get to enjoy our first time with less pain than a human woman. He stretches my walls with his massive size, and I clench around him when he stops. The way his eyes glaze over tells me this feels as good to him as it does to me. "Alright, little doe, it's time for me to claim you. Do you want to mark me first?" He asks, adjusting slightly so he can move a little deeper. Is he getting ready to come up the back of my throat? Is that even possible?

None of the aberrations, supernatural, didn’t like labels that could make them look more monstrous than they already were. Zephyra watched the shifter sniff the ground with the determination its kind was known for. What was a shifter doing here? The bear shifter pack was the closest one, and they were two states away. That had to mean this was a loner. Zephyra’s muscles tensed, and her stomach tightened as the truth dawned on her. Damn, damn, and double damn! Moving painfully slow in an attempt to avoid making noise, Zephyra removed three arrows from her leather quiver.