Animal Morpher Novels & Stories

answered Eurie evidently annoyed. "Okay. So I answer, it's not genetic mutation. It will take hundreds of years before this planet could have mutants as seen on the television. And even if it comes early, genetic mutation would only result to reptile-like humans like Ninja Turtles and not normal looking girl who can freeze a room and disturb me in such a busy morning." "Tsk. Whatever, but turtles are not reptiles. They are amphibians, genius!" "At least I didn't say their mammals!" Uncle Sid talked back as Eurie aimed at the door.

Heidi stood right behind him, her small hands clutching her brother’s shirt, her eyes wide with fear as the deadly rain fell straight toward them. There was no time for Duncan to move. There was no time for Oscar to swing his blade. But inside Amora’s chest, the ancient maternal instinct did not just spark, it erupted into an all-consuming wildfire. A blinding, snow-white light exploded from her skin, so bright that it completely erased the crimson stain of the blood moon. Her human shape melted instantly, her bones shifting and expanding with a fluid, majestic grace. In less than a second, the elegant woman in the forest-green dress was gone.

He saw them then. Creatures. Twisted, mutated things, their forms barely recognizable as once-human. Their skin was a sickly grey-green, stretched taut over bone-thin frames. Their limbs were elongated and distorted, their movements jerky and unnatural. Their eyes glowed with a malevolent intelligence, reflecting the strange light of the cavern. They moved with a disturbing grace, their bodies slithering across the uneven floor, their long, clawed fingers dragging against the ground.

Just the monster's maniacal laughter echoing through my mind. Its appearance changed completely in the span of less than a minute. First, it looked like a young girl. Then, it morphed into a hulking beast. And finally, it became a grotesque figure—like a cross between a human and a bird. Each transformation left behind an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Didn't think I'd have to fight your ass alone," I said, the smile still plastered on my face. "But it wouldn't hurt to go all out, right?"

Temujin echoed. “Oh, the bodies of brown Slayers are covered in tattoos of various land animals. But each brown Slayer has the tattoo of a unique spirit animal that they can transform into.” “Incredible,” Temujin muttered. “Right?” Sasha said. “All we can do is imitate some animal stances but a brown Slayer can shape-shift into an actual animal.” “Says the Slayer,” Aki said, “who has a 30-meter-long dragon inside him.”

She asked with a smile. Jayden was perplexed. Wasn't she supposed to be worried? He rather decided to go with her flow and even faked a smile too. "We just concentrate on strong emotions. Emotions that if left on their own, could make or break. Emotions like anger, joy, sadness, excitement, or fear. We take the emotions and concentrate on them so that we feel them intensely, and then we morph." "Does it hurt... I mean morphing?" "A bit. But only for a second. As soon as your bones move, the pain they cause leaves you."

Jinx hoped that they would be able to restore them in the healing. Jinx could only see the demon he loved. He assumed Lexi feared he would see a monster. The soft furry belly of his smaller demon form was replaced by what looked like a lizard torso including a hood like a cobra. His ears had grown tall and pointy, sort of like one of the mythical Hares.

“I—he’s—” “You don’t have to fight him,” I reached for him. “Let it happen.” Then, his entire body convulsed. He let out a strangled gasp, his spine arching, his muscles locking up. Leo was pushing through, claiming what was his. And then, Alex’s bones began to snap. He cried out, his hands bracing against the dirt as his body convulsed, shifting against his will. His arms elongated, his nails darkening into claws, his skin stretching, fur pushing through. His face contorted, his jaw lengthening, reshaping into a powerful, fanged muzzle.

Its metamorphosis was complete, what remained was a gigantic and hideous spider, the head was still Annie's spider but more inhumane and twisted, it sprouted a human body like an Arachne with twisted and squirming tentacles instead of flesh, it obtained an arm like a mantis with human skulls adorning its joints, the main body was still that of spiders but the abdomen now had masses of growths popping out of it, Phil observed it carefully and saw that the masses of growths in the abdomen of the nightmare origin were in fact human heads squirming and screaming wanting to get out. Phil lost confidence in himself, he felt that he could not defeat such an abomination in his current power, but he

There was always the risk of turning ferral if too long in your animal form but they did not seem to mind the risk. “Vera?” I heard someone ask. “Yea?” I answered and then he joined me. He was one of the therianthrope shifters. He looked creepy and hot at the same time. His other was a tarantula, from the middle down he was spider and from his navel up he was human. In Greek mythology they called them, Arachne.