The Shifter Novels & Stories

Eric looked away rubbing his face, “Yes Tamara.” The female, Tamara, smiled a sickly sweet grin. “Well now that you’re taken I need a new pet to please me.” She stroked Eric's arm once more pouting, “What about the shifter? I’m sure he would do nicely.” Justin flinched and Eric glared at her, “The shifter is no longer with us. I will not serve you in my own kingdom. Leave.” Again, that shifter individual was mentioned... I have never met a shifter they are one of the most powerful creatures. They have the ability to turn into anything, or anyone. I wonder what happened and why nobody wishes to speak of him?

Though it is like winning the lotto and so sporadic, it is not even seen as a possibility. The current Amory Cruz, from Mexico, will not be at one specific location for the First Shift ceremony but will oversee hundreds of ceremonies from the shifter capital building in Washington, DC. With multiple ceremonies happening in multiple places at the same time, a live stream is the only way he can oversee them all. He will be the last face all first shifters see as a human, and the first we see as a shifter because Arcas personally delivers our animals to us for the first shift.

Who calls an inexperienced being researcher? "Me?" She pointed at herself, looking up from her depressing notebook. Dante shot her a condescending glare and punctuated it with a raised eyebrow. She tucked her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat. "Yes. Okay. Good thing I have the Shifters." Shifters? Who the fuck is Shifter? Or was she really going to do it? Maybe it was a mistake. It can't be. "So, there's a different world..."

"Well, it didn't bother me finding out about the Reaver business...." A kind smile spread across Nate face as his gaze slowly transferred from glaring at Lander and back to Brandon. "I'm glad to hear that..." he suddenly intoned, adjusting himself in his seat so that he was leaning on one of his elbows and his other arm was lengthen outwards as Nate gestured first to Brandon then towards a window all while speaking. "You are obviously an open minded individual..." He said, still smiling softly. "But...there have been plenty of Shifter's who have literally run away from Ezekiel when they found out what he was."

“I wasn’t really thinking then, but I felt nothing unusual.” “Good,” he nodded. “Are you a fast shifter?” “I guess I am,” I answered with a frown. “What does it have to do with anything?” “Shifting is usually hard on your body. The easier your shift is, the less dangerous it is for the babies. You are still in the first trimester, so it’s probably not a problem for now, but you will have to be more careful as the babies grow,” he explained, moving the machine across my stomach.

I thought I wanted to know what happened to my parents, but now I just wish I could stick my head in a hole somewhere and pretend not to know. The sound of screeching tires draws everyone's attention as a convoy of black sedans pulls up. Dozens of men and a few women of varying shifter species leap from the vehicles, all with one thing in common: their imposing stature and fierce expressions. They look like classic MIB or FBI agents, without the fancy sunglasses. Only shifters — Shifters In Black, the SIB. Enzi is in front of me in a second, taking a protective stance to block me from the intruders. *******

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

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."

But aside from her hands growing claws, and detecting extraordinary abilities, Bree couldn’t confirm she was a werewolf when she’d never seen one of their kind? While they were alone, Brianna voiced this concern to Aiden, and he volunteered. “I’m the fastest shifter. I’ll show you.” “Are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt.” Brianna tried to act timid, but soothing his ego at the same time. “Me, get hurt? No way. I can do it in a second and you won’t even know what happened.” “Okay. I just don’t want to bother you too much. You already let me use the bathroom.”

He ventured to ask, "In what way can you assist me?" The voice unravelled its purpose with convinced determination, "You bear the essence of a shifter, John, akin to those who pursued you in the night. I am a fragment of your shifter lineage, a guardian, a mentor. If you permit my entry into your being and accept your innate nature, I can help you escape from this imminent danger and empower you to endure."