The Shifter Novels & Stories

“And it's true that things got a little… rough, for a minute there. Here are the facts of what happened: “The Shifter was a young male, possibly in his teens. He seems to bear a personal grudge against me for something I'm not aware of having done. At this time, I cannot say whether his anger is directed solely at me, or if it extends to the rest of the Pack as well.” I glanced over at Cillium and was surprised to find him listening intently, watching me. He quickly blinked and looked away; I gave him a smile before continuing, though I wasn't sure if he noticed.

Nick says. I take a deep breath. If they have something I can use to know some more about who I am then why not. I'm gunna die anyway right. "My name is sienna. I'm here because i slipped from one of the ledges when i was climbing down. Ive been like this in a "morph shift" as you said, for about half an hour. When i first heard you."

I raise an eyebrow. “We’re meant to be working, that does not seem like it would result in good work focus.” I object. Bellamy just pulls me down and settles me onto his lap. “Sure it will, I’m way more relaxed and focussed when I know exactly where you are. Besides, there are two of us, so twice the focus right?” I turn and give him a look that says I definitely think there is something dodgy in that logic, but he’s already opening up his emails. He opens the first one and reads it out to me. It’s written by one of the Shifter women, a mother who is concerned that her youngest son still seems to be having some difficulties shifting back and forth. She insists

Unlike most shifters, our shift is smooth and with no pain so shifting from either Clara’s Leopard form or Elizabeth’s human one, my shift will always be flawless and non-painful. I stretch my legs, my body and then my wings as I swim under the surface of the water.

Sensing the challenge, she shrugged before opening the giant book and placing it on the coffee table. Everyone’s eyes shifted onto a black and white drawing where a human was sitting grouched, knees to her chest, and a wolf was standing before her. There was a trail of smoke between the two, reminding me of the exact thing that happened in the morning! “What you are looking at, is what’s called, a Split Shifter.” Grace began, earning all of our attention. “The cases of split shifting are rare, one time in centuries kind of rare. That’s because the split shifters are believed to possess some kind of power that can enhance one of shapeshifters and supernaturals.” She placed fourth, causing my

I nodded, not really sure what to say. “Though…I think there are a few more Blood Witches around. Or at least, my father knows of them. They provided some equipment later on. A few things in my father’s office as well as the inhibitors on Emmett and I.” “Inhibitors? For what?” She looked at me sadly. “Shifting.” I stood up, nearly knocking the chair back behind me. She seemed a little shocked that I stood up as well, the potato she had forked was hovering above the boiling water.

I’ve seen a motorbike only once in my life. It was a bar in a town I had once hunted down a rogue wolf shifter too. The machine had been a work of art, all sleek lines, emitting a sound that was like a fierce roar and a purr. I had admired it from afar but things like jeeps and motorbikes are not human technology that shifters ever embraced, partly because as Sarah had revealed during one of her meetings where she enforced change in the pack, the more we embraced technology, the more dangerous we would have become to the organization that is hunting us down.

He was trying to lead her gently for some reason the word Werewolf felt like a word bomb and he was trying to avoid frightening her at the moment. “I did meet a Shifter, when I was small, one came to my elementary school. I remember being very excited, but the parents overshadowed everything. All I can remember was them yelling, and some had signs and stones. I could not even tell you what he looked like because all I can remember were the protesting humans” She had used the word Shifter. Word choice was an easy and fast way to declare your politics subtly, the term Shifter was the current ‘correct’ phrase for his kind or the one that both species had agreed on anyways. There was a whole sum

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

Aradaa screamed. Kaelor met the first shifter mid-air. He didn't have their speed, but he had weight. He grabbed the lead guard’s head and slammed it into the floor, using the ship’s artificial gravity to amplify the impact. The floor cracked. Silicon brains spilled out like gray pearls. Aradaa reached the Master Console. His fingers hovered over the glass keys, but he hesitated. Hacking was a trap. The Overseer was the network. "Screw the code," Aradaa hissed.