Fox Shifter Novels & Stories

"To change is simple. You must simply relax and allow your jaguar to come forth. Your body will do the rest." Carlie frowned. "That's pretty vague as instructions go." "Perhaps you should try it before criticizing." "I wasn't criticizing, merely observing." She grinned. "I guess a manual is out of the question? Or an instruction video?" He arched a brow. She shrugged. "Sorry, the whole concept of me changing into a big ass kitty still doesn't seem real or possible. And what happens to your clothes and stuff when you do shift?" "Depending on your attire, it either falls off, shreds, or gets stuck. It's why we choose to wear as little as possible."

Shifters carry an underlying human scent, and that’s exactly what I’m picking up as I take a tentative step forward, then stop. It’s a fox. Undoubtedly. A fox shifter. “Fuck me,” I snarl, scanning the area. Fox shifters are more than rare. They’re nearly impossible. Well, there are a few exceptions, and one of them is my grandmother, Amanda, the only known fox shifter in our entire world, as far as we’ve been able to gather. It’s a rare recessive gene that sometimes makes its presence known in Alpha bloodlines. Fox shifters, in our lore and history, are notoriously

"You all know it would be more dangerous to have Cubs than not." "I never wanted a mate." Silas admitted, causing both me and Maddox to growl in anger. "Not until I met this woman." "she seems nervous." Maddox whispers to us and we all turn to look at Fraya, her eyes wide with fear. "Does she know how to shift back?" "doesn't seem that way." Agrees Gabriel. "Can we help her?" I ask, hopeful that their is something we can do. she squarks and we all jump, realising for the first time how clumsily she's moving, how she doesn't seem one with her other form. She flaps her wings and shakes a few times, some feathers detaching and falling to the floor.

Normally it would be stupid, but I was a lot more agile than the wolves. Wolf shifters were fast when it came to one straight line. Foxes were fast when it came to a million different directions and never knowing which way to go until it was almost too late. Wolves were made for long distance, foxes liked the short distance. It helped too that no one knew I was a fox. Some of them tried to set me into a trap. Others tried to fake left but go right. Every trick they set I easily saw it coming and moved out of the way. Tricking them in the process.

“You are so full of yourself and think so highly of yourself that I feel like we shall handle this right now. Shift.” Shannon paled and shook her head. “No.” “I said fucking shift.” We screamed together, and Shannon dropped to her knees. She had no way to fight against my command. And this time, I used my full power to demand her to shift. She writhed on the ground and her eyes grew wide as fur danced down her skin. I watched as her shift took over until she laid panting at my feet.

he asked curiously. Peeking over their shoulders, Zen noticed how Sasha was torn between the ability to have speed or flight. As a high-mobility sniper, gaining flight would transform her into a literal fighter jet with the power to drop artillery-like attacks from above. It made sense to think that way. However, between a werebeast and a fae, Sasha didn’t know which was better. Should she support the team as a long-range sniper or a mid-range fighter?

A woman with the right one could entice his beast and have him thinking about her all night. “Want!” Shut up. She’s human. He scolded his wolf. Usually, he trusted his nose. A werewolf’s sense of smell dominated all shapeshifters and even other moon-touched. It was a hundred times greater than any creature walking this earth, including vampires. Their olfactory system was different. While the humans’ and witches’ systems consisted of the nose and the nasal cavities, shapeshifters had sensors on their fingertips. And it didn’t matter if they were in human or beast form.

“Fucking shifter, I got you now.” I am pissed; the silver bullet prevents me from shifting to my wolf, but not my other forms. Despite my slower reflexes, I shift again into my fox form and launch another attack. I sink my jaws into his arm that was holding me, hearing the bone snap loudly. The taste of blood and iron fills my mouth as I relentlessly tear into his arm. With his grip weakened, I swiftly spin and dig my claws into his face, tearing at his eyes and neck. ‘Ciara! What is happening!’ Alpha Radar mind-links me.

He raises his hand to slap me. Catching his wrist inches from my face, I smile as a growl leaves me. Shari has been teaching me to control the shift so I can stand on my hind legs. I can shift to either wolf or Lycan. Zarah is special. She holds that ability. Zarah slowly comes forward as white fur sprouts along my arm, long black dagger like claws erupts and I stand tall. Licking our teeth, Morpheus’s eyes widen. Shock and fear display on his face.

“Sight. Strategy. Stealth. The crow sees truths others hide. She slips between shadows and hears secrets even the wind cannot carry.” When I landed, I shifted once more, and this time I felt sly warmth ripple through me. My body elongated, lightened, and reshaped into a small, sleek black fox with silver-tipped fur. Rowan howled in joy. “I can’t handle this! You’re a wolf, a crow, and a fox!? What the fuck!” Morana preened. “The fox is your cunning. Your speed. Your ability to slip between the breaths of the world. She is the knife hidden behind the smile.”