Animal Shapeshifters Novels & Stories

"The time for half-measures is past. You have felt our strength, tasted our fury, but you have not yet understood what you truly are." The world tilts sideways as images flood my consciousness—not memories of my own life, but older visions, ancient scenes of a world where beings like me ruled over vast territories with absolute authority. I see creatures that are neither fully human nor fully wolf, but something infinitely more dangerous. Shapeshifters who could take any form, command any element, bend reality itself to their will. They were gods among mortals, and they were hunted to extinction by those who feared their power.

*Meadow* He took a deep breath and then seemed to think on what best way to continue, I nodded at him to show him I was listening, so he started talking again. "My father was not a real werewolf... he was a shapeshifter... I haven't told you much about them but they basically can shift into some animals of their choice, never more than five in total... a shape shifter is versatile but has limitations, their nature and elements rule over their animals, and they can't be shifted for long, however, there was a legendary race, the original full blood shifters, who could remain in their animals indefinitely... my father was one of them, and his animals were fantastic ones..." I was mind blown by

Shapeshifters. I think I've read some things about it from folklore. Like what its name suggests, they are creatures that can change forms, like how humans can shift to animals with supernatural attributes, like how monsters can take the form of humans they prey on. The most popular shapeshifters in books, I believe, are humans turning to wolves—not ordinary wolves, but usually giant wolves with extraordinary strength and have out of the world abilities. "What kind of shapeshifters are you?" "I don't think you need to know that part. What's important is, now you know that those two you see as victims are not innocent at all."

She plastered her mouth to his and took him by surprise. "You know," she panted between sucks and licks of his lower lip, "I'm beginning to think you're hiding something about your family life, the way you're distracting me. Are you aliens, and I don't mean the illegal immigrant kind, but the from-the-outer-galaxy, flying saucer kind?" "There is nothing odd about my family. And we are not aliens. We're jaguar shape-shifters."

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

Damon is barely able to complete his sentence when a very loud growl emanates from nowhere, and before long, a bizarre-looking creature with a similar resemblance to that of a tiger stands before both of us, grunting and snarling at us with a ferocious intensity. I feel as though life is about to drain away from my body when I behold the size of this magnificent-looking beast in front of us. "What the fuck?" There is nothing anyone is going to tell me to turn my mind away from this. This is not just an ordinary tiger. This is a fucking shapeshifter, and its form is a tiger, one of the most beautiful, frightening shapeshifting forms in the entire supernatural universe. Damon and I continue to

“These creatures appear intelligent, like us, if we go by our legends and lore from around the world. These beings have always existed. It is my belief if we were in danger from them, it would have happened long ago. It hasn’t. For all we know, they could be our neighbours right now. But a disturbing trend within these videos is worrisome. They are being attacked by another group of creatures, and those creatures also are attacking us. The creatures, I have no other words to call them but shapeshifters, have been recorded, saving all victims. Themselves and the human victims. This is not an act of a monster or a beast. Let us have some human compassion here. I see no reason we can’t give the

"Who sent them, what do they want, why her?" "It's not 'they' it's 'who'," Julian replied and looked at their faces, all of them. "Audrey, she's a shape shifter," he revealed softly. Silence echoed through the room and once again, their eyes were stuck at him, so curious they were, and even lost on an edge of truth and false. "Another supernatural?" Abel asked. "Shape shifter are rare, very rare," Daniel took the explanation. "They take form of any animal they wish, and they can also increase it's size what they want to make them stronger or possess more qualities of the animal form they take."

It stopped next to one of the bodies close to me. Kaius' hand clenched around the neck of the headless shifter, dropping it once the body stopped moving before sinking his hands through another one. Horror washed over me while I watched him tear through shifters one by one. Each howled and clamored to rip him apart with their claws and teeth, convening on the incubus as a pack of wild dogs.