Animorphs Graphic Novels & Stories

"Where are you currently, Anom? I didn't use God's Eye to search for you, as I didn't want to disturb you. I only knew that you were safe because of our souls." Anom looked at her and smiled. "I met some of your followers. They are a bunch of small creatures that resemble the cats of Earth. They can vanish, and it's quite difficult to detect them while they are like that." Anom told her about how he met them and how they were offering fruits and flowers to Della's statue. He also told her about how they reacted to him and the thing with the leaf that happened at his current residence. As they were communicating with their souls, Anom easily transmitted whatever he wanted to her. That was how

Before we could intervene though Cormac rushes forward. A maddening roar rips from my bear to the surface as Erik bites into Cormac’s arm. In bear form, I am standing at the same height as Cormac. I step in front of him to stop him from advancing. Erik has the body of a large water dragon, and his face is a morphed version of his human form. I can tell by looking at him it is Erik, but maybe it is part of the Amory powers telling me who each animal is. He has scales ranging from deep purple to light blue covering his body, including massive wings. It is his eyes, though, that captivate me. They are Erik’s eyes and remind me this is a shifter and one I lead.

he asks him, pointing to the first one. “That’s correct.” Ancalagon turns back to look at them again, then turns to me. “It didn’t completely heal you, but your DNA is getting closer to connecting,” he says. I walk up to him. “Show me.” He pulls me in front of him, his warm hand lingering on my hip as he points to the first image. “This one is from before, see the date?” he asks me, pointing to it. “Yes.”

As I hop off my bed and done preparing, it's time for a conscientious masking for socializing with humans because creatures like me was in a very great danger in their hands. I'm an anthromorph, an animal in a human body geometry. I can transmute into human and into my animal trait alternatively but having ears, tail, sharp fangs and the eyes of a wolf in a human form was my true identity. I was one of the rarest Anthromorph Traits that ever exist. I'm a wolf anthromorph with hermaphroditism which made me a uniqie man-wolf anthromorph. Because of my hermaphroditism, I have heats and I am able to conceive an offspring and that was the reason I'm being extra careful outside my home.

This was because his Incomplete Partial Transformation involved his ears (for hearing), his feet (for speed) and the development of claws (for attacking). A Complete Transformation was a thing of myth, and no one had ever been able to access such a level of transformation. It was said that this transformation was basically animorphing. The belief was that a Complete Transformation would allow a Beastman to become the very beast they earned their strength from! However, because it had never been seen, it wasn't a well understood power. The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation.

It no longer matters that she turned me green or that she hasn't told me about being an eagle shifter. She's mine. I have no idea how or why it happened, but it did and nothing will stand between me and this woman. No mountains or dragons or Goddesses. Flora follows us as we walk to the lab. The kids don't bother shifting to fly because she's here and they have no idea she has her own wings. I'm actually proud that they're considering her feelings. We enter the lab and I walk over to my latest experiment. The electrical circuit is within a plastic shield made up of melted cell phone glass. I have cell phone batteries inside shields too. Flora and the kids gather around me while I line the ci

The details were stunning, so intricate and rich. Kiema gasped as she reached out a hand to trace the figures on the page. Lions, wolves, other big cats I couldn't name, dragons, rats or rodents, bears, tigers. Each was beautifully rendered. One of the pages was broken up into cells or frames. A man stood tall in the first frame. In the second, he appeared next to a tall spirit of some kind. The spirit joined with the man in the third frame. The man fell, his face distorted in agony as something pushed from his stomach. In the fifth frame, the man was partially beast, but his expression had changed from pain to pleasure. The last frame the man was gone, except for the shape of his eyes. The

he headed for a room while Carter followed him. They both got into the room. There were fifty weak demons in the room. They moaned and strained like they were about to die. "Are these demons?" Carter asked in amazement. "No. They are the qualities we need in this fight against Alpha Nemesis" Alpha Nolan scoffed. "These are not qualities" Carter shook his head. "They are dying" he made a disappointed face. "They won't die. They are like this just because they are not ripe to be awake. And luckily, I have found a way around that. They will be up and well once they feed" Alpha Nolan related.

Claire lay unmoving, unresisting under him as if she were already dead. Grey leaned down and spoke in her ear, but I couldn’t make out what he said. As he drew back, he began to morph. Tan colored fur erupted all over his body as his bones cracked and reformed into those of an enormous mountain lion. He snapped his massive jaw in Claire’s face, then bounded off, disappearing into the thick copse of pine trees.

- Octnavin demanded in his mind. Jumping over the couch by the TV, Sloan ducked and then peeked at the entrance. Small young-looking teenage girls entered the room and fanned out in every direction. The little adolescent girls were covered in gray snake scales. Their whole bodies were scales that glittered gray and black. They shot rapidly around the room with guns out of a space flick.