Novel & Cerita Animal Morpher

"I haven't been home in a while. I'm worried it might not recognize me and attack." The other members of the Chroma clan glared at Chroma Stirling, seemingly the truth was not as straightforward as Chroma Stirling had hoped for. Fortunately, Alexander was not one who harped on trivial matters. He wanted to get on shore as soon as possible. "Mister Kane, it's coming back!" Sheila shrieked as she pointed at the oncoming creature. "I noticed." Alexander scrutinized the creature. It could freely alter its form and shape. As the creature approached again, it transformed into the shape of a shark, aiming straight at Alexander. Its newly acquired shape proved efficient in shuttling through the wate

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

And that's what she believed in. "Do you know Amari's last form? The Immortal Dragon, Endralth?" Zuriel asked. Elisia nodded. Amaris, her niece, was born to her brother, Phelan and the Moon Goddess, Selene. She was a halfling—half demon and half goddess. And a very powerful one. She had ten forms, meaning she could shapeshift into ten powerful creatures. Endralth was one of them.

“Do me a favor and handle this will you?” Ares bowed gently and Arnold walked back into the crowd. The rogues sensed there was no way out and their form changed, making Arnold halt in his steps. “What sorcery is this?” Arnold asked, facing the snarling rogues, baring their fangs. They turned into wolves but bigger, having a human-like build but morphed into wolves and beastly figures like Lycans. Only the Alphas could be that size and where they were with their size increased drawing dear from

"You are so different. I remember being human, but I don't feel human. Oh, I can pretend … but you. You are human. And you're Neratomay." "And apparently I'm some other kind of creature as well." "The girls described the way you changed." "Alexis doesn't seem to understand it either. I've seen him turn into this horrible … monster. But he says that he manipulated his body and forced it into that shape. He believes that what I am is something that can turn … change. I don't get it."

Not caring for the gale that was almost slicing through his skin, Max continued to traverse the forest, checking and looking into every nook and cranny that he could find, until finally, he managed to reach a cave that gave out a strong pungent smell that almost assaulted his nose. The familiar scent made him smile as he began walking into the dark cavern, he was immediately greeted by two glowing round orbs that let out a growl as he approached. Max opened his palms as he approached, his fingers sprouted out sharp dark-colored claws that almost covered the ends of it. It didn’t take long before his whole hands had turned into a darkish color, along with the scale-like claws that covered his

The response was instant and appalling. Thorne let out a guttural demonic scream. His body violently convulsed. The muscles under his armor started to swell and crack, increasing at a rate of something other than natural, more like monster-like. His spine curved, his bones all snapping with each passing moment, morphing him into a monstrous, unnatural, Alpha and beast. His veins were bright, dark blue, and poisonous as they beat against the back of his neck. He had been transformed into a monstrous overdrive, a really big monster.

Morat bowed, his face showing sincere loyalty. Siron wanted to scream a warning. Don’t trust him! But this was the past. It had already happened. The scenes shifted again, faster now, like fragments of a nightmare. Morat leading Alaric’s armies, waging war against enemies. He fought with gallant bravery, his body moving with speed and strength beyond that of a normal man. In the heat of battle, his body changed, growing larger, skin hardening into scales, claws sprouting from his hands. His true shifter form. He rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through enemies, but always returned to human form once the fighting ceased. Alaric’s forces won because of him.

I accused, another frown making its way to his face. “Do you know what they do to the normal animals in those woods? It’s not normal for a person to be able to morph into an animal. It’s the biggest abomination there is,” he said. Every word he said about us felt like a slap to my face. It took all of my self control to meet all of his words with a smile that I didn’t mean but had to pretend like I did.

His pupils turned yellow and he started to shake. Amelia rushed to hold him, "there is no need to do this. You need to calm down" Alex was not listening. Their eyes didn't even connect. He had his vision focused on the side of the crowd that the egg came from. Alex changed in a second. Now, his hard rock muscles were filled with fur and more skin. Alex's short blonde hair remained over his turned self. His face was filled with black spikey hair and his tail wagged uncontrollably.