Animal Morpher Novels & Stories

“No… I have never made any enemies that I know of… I’m just a cow. Master Vinko brought me from the Stone Coast to keep me safe.” "I need to teach you to shift so you can better defend yourself." Charlotte pulled off her dress as I shooed the last cow out. "As I told you yesterday, Midforms aren’t halfway between Human and Beast. They are their own thing and are stronger than both forms, but it is hard to hold them without practice and you need to shift back regularly so you don’t get stuck.” She shifted to a giant monster with a wolf’s head and claws, but it stood upright like her human. My cow wanted to run away in terror, then Charlotte shrank back to her human.

Under their images was a word: Vampyr He flicked to another image and I saw normal looking people: Humans. “They look just like us,” I said in awe. “Perhaps,” Marcus replied. “But that form is their permanent one and they could also be witches or wizards or shapeshifters. The human form is the most deceptive form any creature can adopt.” “Are they dangerous?” I asked. “Every creature has a potential to be dangerous, Sage. Even Humans.” He replied. The projector flicked to the next image and I saw another human but this one was surrounded by all the elements. Water, fire, earth, wood, air, thunder and lightning. Under the image was the words: witch/wizard/mage/sorcerer.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

Now there were only them in the middle of the cramped space who had not realized they had been slowly absorbing Norman's energy. Norman rebelled, he used his greatest strength to break this space, but failed, he felt his energy was running out. "I won't lose to a weakling like you!" Norman changes his form. The extraordinary form now really made the Prince and Alice shake a little. His head was still the same, a wisp of black aura. His body turned enlarged and slimy, so smelly it made his nose hurt. His hands were covered in spiky bones oozing pus. His legs were like tree roots, yet very soft, like human internal organs. It's not like a demon, like a monster that has a demon soul.

It was within that time humans decided to seek greater power. Jourton: Oh yeah! That's how Majekadors and Rokalees were created! After years of breeding with Deamons, I think you guys call them "Aliens" we gained a greater understanding of the format of molecular makeup. (As Jourton smiles at Mr.Enthro Jourton's mind creates small lables all over the man's body, revealing the molecular structure of the man before him.) Mr.Enthro: Your doing it right now aren't you? That looking through people thing.

(Curious Bunny Race Researcher) One of the Researcher ask, a fairly anticipated questions. This questions were rather important on this subject, because in the end it would also include the Artificial Limbs project as a whole. Because Dragon weren’t the only races that have this Transformation’s looks, there were many others, for examples the Wood Elves, and Druids does transformed too. It would be a big issues if the artificial limbs and organ does not transform together with the entire being, in fact it could be deadly even.

Peering through the leaves, my eyes widened in astonishment at the scene unfolding before me. A figure emerged from the dense bush, their silhouette was towering and muscular. My breath hitched as I recognized the shape of a man, a human. But there was something off, something wild in his stance and movements. Suddenly, in a swift, fluid motion, the man's body contorted and expanded, his limbs elongating and thickening. Before my eyes, he transformed into a towering, majestic werewolf, his fur as dark as the night sky.

Her spine twisted and elongated with each agonizing pop, reshaping her from within. Her scream erupted in the night, a raw, primal wail of agony as her bones shattered and reformed. Every fiber of her being was devoured by the feral, relentless pain, a brutal symphony of her transformation. “What’s happening to me?!” She cried out, her voice a desperate plea for repose amid the blinding agony. Struggling to remain conscious, Archer fought against the haze clouding his vision. As his gaze focused on Amani's evolution, he watched in awe as she took on a new, formidable form—a transformation that was both brutal and magnificent.

The cheering, claps and hooting of the people rung in his ears like a tidal wave. There was a stage where a man was performing acrobatic skills, jumping and leaping about through fiery obstacles. The only strange part was the man was switching between his humanoid self and an animal that looked like a cross between a monkey and a bat. It had a bat wings for arms. He must be a chimera.

It was clearly for her. “I know since this is your first time that you are probably feeling very unsure of everything and lost. To change back to your human form you need to relax and concentrate on what your human form looks like. Feel your human essence. Amaris closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. Thinking of herself as she was normally. Trying to will herself back to her familiar human form. When she opened her eyes, she looked down and she still saw paws.