Animal Morpher Novels & Stories

“But I’m curious.” “I will be big, but I can promise you that I possess no danger to you. I’m a tame kitten on the inside.” I snort. “I doubt that.” He chuckles and steps away from me, and I watch as the transformation takes place. Alex’s body begins to stretch, and his muscles bulge out of his skin. His bones snap and reform into a new shape, and his fingers elongate into razor-sharp claws. His eyes take on a new, darker hue, and his canines grow into sharp fangs.

"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

“We’re totally different from you wolves. You have two skins—human and wolf. But I can take countless forms whenever I please.” “So… any animal?” I asked, wide-eyed. “That would be exhausting,” Lucian snorted. “It’s not possible to take that many forms,” Damon added. “So the Moon Goddess made it simpler.” Raven leaned forward, eyes bright. “We’re split into categories. Some morph into sea creatures. Others into land ones.” “So your category is…?” I asked. “I’m an Aeromorph,” she said proudly. “A skyshifter. My strength is in sky creatures.”

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.

Each positive gain helps. Beast form is our preferred fighting mode. We don't resemble an animal, more like the creature from the old movie Predator, and I mean the good one with Arnold Schwarzenegger. Our entire body undergoes changes when we transform caused by an alien chemical known as Kedorine 5 or K-5 for short. When the K-5 floods our alien system, it causes oxytocin and dopamine to spike at levels hundreds of times higher than found in humans. Our bones crack and reshape; our jaw elongates into a powerfully grotesque snapping shelf that holds six-inch razor-sharp fangs. Nonretractable claws extend three inches past our fingertips and makes us clumsy when trying to hold firearms, but

"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.