Titan Shifters Novels & Stories

“Really? Then I guess I can tell my dad that you’ve injured two shifter females.” Sharp exasperation reached my ears. “That brat isn’t a shifter. She’s just a disgusting human.” “Kataya was born to two primate shifters. She is in fact of shifter descent. She may not have a form, but that does not negate what Hiru is saying.” Ms. Tanis spoke, articulating what I wasn’t able to get through to him. “So again, Mr. Dickerson, are you challenging my father’s authority?”

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

"Alright, alright." The Titans attempting to disable the nuclear warhead were also growing smarter, leaping into the air at strange angles to try and get a lucky shot past our shields. With half my shield gone I had to rotate my Sentinel's body to catch the bullets, shells, or plasma before anything embedded itself into my partially exposed cockpit. I took a moment to get a good look at what I was facing. One Titan, identical to the one we'd destroyed, sported four railguns, each barrel the size of a bus. It hung to the rear of the group, giving cover fire and trying to sneak shots past my Sentinel's shield.

He turned his attention completely away from them, utterly erasing their existence from his radar as he looked back to the showroom receptionist, who was already watching the entire exchange with tense, careful eyes. "We don't need a consultant," Maxwell told the receptionist, reaching into his pocket, pulling a sleek, heavy black corporate titanium card from his wallet, and tossing it onto the granite desk with a soft, metallic clack. "My assistant needs a reliable car for her daily commute, and I don't have time to browse. Find the most premium, fully loaded luxury sedan you have in the back, make sure the paperwork is ready in ten minutes, and charge it entirely to this card."

"No. I can shift whenever I choose. The need to shift is stronger with the changes of the moon, but they aren't linked together." "And as a wolf, you can remember everything from your human side?" I tear off a piece of bread and spread butter on it, eating. "In a way, yes." "Have shifters always been on the throne? You've never been discovered before?" I ask. "My history is a long one, Hera," Ambrose says. "Many generations ago, the human king was usurped by a shifter. We've been on the throne ever since. We keep our secret locked away. Not all humans would be so accepting of my kind on their throne. But no, we haven't been discovered. The worst they can do is vicious rumors, but I have spie

We were doing it in five hours. We weren't building the sleek, stable drives of the future. We were building Dirty Drives. We were bypassing safety protocols, overclocking the engines, and using raw, unrefined code to force the metal to glitch. "Listen up!" Dax shouted, his voice cutting through the noise of grinders and impact wrenches. The garage went silent. "The Board is bringing Titan-Sentinels," Dax announced, pacing in front of the row of modified bikes. "Those mechs have thermal tracking, motion prediction, and armor that can tank a missile. If you ride against them on standard iron, you're dead in three seconds."

“Kari…must I kneel to apologize for the past? I am trying to make things right between us now.” I stared at him, revulsion simmering beneath my calm. “So what now? You are going to pretend to be kind to me?” “Yes,” Titan nodded. “But although you've impressed me greatly, I shall have to tighten the net,” he added without hesitation. “More guards for you, and more eyes on your every move.” He shrugged, his lips curling up in a smug smirk. “You'll be free to go about of course, but now I can't trust you not to make a run for it when you get the slightest chance.”

It was a tactic that was effective, most especially on those who were unfamiliar with it. Tanner was too familiar with both shifters. “Hmmm,” Misha rumbled. “Misha, this is my office,” Tanner said quietly. There was no one other than the two of them in the room. There was not strategic need for such intimidation. Tanner was familiar with this too. “I know,” Misha droned. Tanner eyed his Alpha’s son. There was less than six inches of space between them. “We can take Lightmoon one to two, but these shifters, we now know, must be stronger than their average members, being close to their Alpha, being top warrior class members.”

When people used to think of shifters they would assume it was a human-wolf hybrid that could change with the full moon. But the humans were very wrong. Shifters are always born human and between their fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, their body would change and transform into their true race. While there are werewolves, shifters could also be many other things. Vampires, werewolves, and witches were by far the most common, while sirens, fairies, and the dreaded angels of the night were more uncommon among the shifting race. The most rare was called the arch angels.

“I will snap all their heads.” Laden smiled wider. “Not when they shift into their Tithers form, Caden. You and I both know it will be impossible for you to defeat a thousand shifted Tithers.”