The Shifter Novels & Stories

What I want to be aware of. Should begin with the essentials. "What is that white thing?" I ask, my voice shaking from dread of the beast. "It is known as a Shifter," Declan shouts out, words streaming like softened margarine from his lips, "and they are the nemeses of werewolves. They are animals of confusion, passing, and wretchedness, with eyes that mirror genuine damnation. Imperceptible to the human and werewolf eye, the best way to distinguish a Shifter in its actual structure is to smell it. We are the main species that has a sufficiently strong feeling of smell."

“I said stop the car.” Humans believed that shifters could sense liars because they could hear the unevenness of a deceitful heartbeat or pick out the sour scent of adrenaline and nervous sweat, and while these were true the real reason was a shifter’s ability to identify a disconnect between visible behaviour and internal functions. There were many reasons why someone might be nervous, or sweaty, or have a heart that flutters at odd intervals. However, an inborn instinct told all shifters when there was something off, and Marcus had always found the niggling division extremely uncomfortable. It seemed they had both reached their breaking points.

"Indianna? She's pregnant! I could've hurt her-" "You didn't hurt anyone," Ace assured Tai. He reached out for her hand. She stiffened when they touched. "You weren't in control, were you?" Tai closed her eyes and shook her head. "I never am when I shift," she said lowly. "I try and fight the feeling to turn for as long as possible, but then all it takes is for me to get angry and I can't control the change." "What made you angry?" Ace wondered. "Rai," Tai grumbled.

“It’s pretty simple when you have such an amazing product. Just wait until they see the one you’ve got coming.” She leaned into Noah’s chest, enjoying just being there, cradled by his arm. “Have you seen the new game, Maya?” Josh asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I haven’t. What’s it about?” “Oh, it is amazing,” Josh gushed. “It’s called Shifter Warrior.” She nodded, glancing at Noah from the corner of her eye. “Let me guess. Does the warrior change into animals?” “A panther!” Josh exclaimed. “How frickin’ cool is that?”

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

I assumed they were divided by type of shifter; cats in one, bears in another, insects in a third, birds in a forth… etc. “My second-favorite spot in the world.” He shut off his Harley-Davidson. “Is your den the first?” I checked. He answered with a nod, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans as his eyes scanned the city. “What’s that in the center?” I asked. Right in the middle of the city was a diamond-shaped clearing. It was small, but not too small, and seemed to be taken up by one large white structure of some kind. “It’s the heart of Shifter City; I’ll take you there sometime soon. It’s a nice space to walk around, the most well-kept part of town.”

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.

"Ms. Beast is tired of you wasting time." "You call her Ms. Beast?" he asks with a grin. I lift my hands and shrug. "You have your word and I have mine. Are we getting on with this or what?" The frustration in my voice should tip him off that I no longer want to talk. He cocks his head. "You realize you could shift while mating." "What?" No way, absolutely not! "It's rare. With you newly changed you need to be aware of it." "It won't happen." Crap, it better not. The short hair that covers my body when I shift will take "I must shave my legs to be with a guy" to an entirely new level. No snouts, no big teeth, and definitely no hair.

“Of course. But, I’m not going to ignore a prophecy. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. It’s bound to happen, one way or another.” “But this isn’t even clear, this has left room for interpretation and different outcomes.” “I chose the positive one,” he said. See, suffocating. “And what is this… She-Shifter?” “Easy… you are the first woman Shifter.”

I unsheathed my broadsword and whirled it in my hand. The first wave of altered shifters hit us. I brandished my sword with enough force to cut limbs. A head came off, proving the most effective method of dealing with these creatures. We had to affect their nervous system, or they would simply keep coming. One of them bolted in my direction and leaped. I pulled my shield up just in time to brace for impact. I let go of my broadsword and fumbled for a dagger, my arm almost being ripped off as the shifter tore at my shield arm. I took a chance, arced my right arm, and plunged, then twisted the small blade inside the shifter’s skul