Male Body Swap Novels & Stories

I've been reborn. I've gone back to the morning when my sister, Tilda Archer, and I sit in the Werewolf Council Hall, waiting to choose our mates. In my previous life, Tilda throws herself at Mike Pierson, a promising young Alpha of the Pierson pack, while I'm paired with Phil Pierson, a nobody from a lesser branch of the pack. But just after Tilda is marked by Mike, he leads his warriors to the border. Not long after, word comes back that he has been killed in battle. Meanwhile, Phil rises to power amid the bloodshed and chaos, eventually becoming the Alpha who rules over wolves across the entire wasteland. Without the Alpha's protection, Tilda endures endless contempt and torment withi

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

Took my backpack "to help." I forced my voice steady. "Where's my medication?" Lily covered her mouth, soft gasp—perfect volume for the audience. "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take. Full sheet. Nine tablets. Imported." Like she'd upgraded me. Rage shook through me. The stabbing in my chest spread down my arms. The blister pack slipped from my hand.

"Oh, I’m supposed to take it easy on the woman who swapped my son for someone else’s child? She even tried to steal my parents’ inheritance and give it all to her granddaughter. “Look at this! My son, Finn, is only three years old. And this is how they’ve treated him!" I held Finn closer and pulled up his shirt to show the bruises and scars littering his small body. Gasps rippled through the crowd as people took in the sight. "What?! Finn’s your son?" "My God, who would do something like this? A child that small... Those injuries are horrifying!" No one tried to defend Marissa anymore. Whispers spread through the crowd as fingers pointed accusingly at her.

A figure lunged out of the crowd, unkempt and clutching a knife. My heart sank. Nick reacted instantly, shielding me with his body and kicking the attacker hard. The man collapsed, the knife clattering to the ground. Only then did I see clearly—he was frail, his limbs shaking, no longer the fierce threat he'd tried to be. He groaned in pain and looked up. It was Jayden. He looked like a ghost of himself. Gaunt. Dirty. Hair in clumps, eyes sunken deep into his skull. Clearly, life hadn't been kind to him these past few years.

Oh my God, what if my body was dead? “Hey!” I shouted at my body, shaking my shoulders. “You cannot die again, you hear me? I just made a deal with a goddess. We can't die without getting revenge, wake the hell up." I smacked my face as gently as I hoped I could but my real body’s head flopped sideways like a rag doll. Oh no. What if the wolf King was dead in my body? How would I... What the hell would I do? How did we even switch bodies!

His teeth graced the lacy bra where my nipple rested. My body reacted and my legs heat. I crossed my leg but he refused and placed his knee right above my knees parting them. He moved his legs up the short dress till it was inches away from my panties. I brought my legs up, trying to hold myself. My hands left the seats, letting my back rest against the door. I let my body give way to him and reached for his hair, sticking my fingers through it. He groaned, one of his hands shooting towards my hands. He grabbed my wrists placed a hand against the other then pressed it against the window.

But tonight, John had a plan. She slipped out of bed and tiptoed to Sarah's room. Sarah was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling gently. John's heart pounded as she approached the bed. She had procured an ancient spell from a shady online forum, promising to swap bodies with anyone for 24 hours. John had no idea if it would work, but she was desperate to feel Sarah's body, to experience life as her.

I immediately stopped smoking when he mentioned how he chose me to switch souls with him. Israel pointed the end of his cigarette at me. " The night I was shot in Las Vegas, you were murdered that very same time in the future. Our souls swapped and here you are in my body while I remain in your mind." I wasn't saying anything. I couldn't. Israel went on. " You and I my boy, are sharing this body. You're in total control of my body; I'm in total control of your mind. I'm dead but my spirit roams around you," Israel paused as he came over to me and leaned over, his eyes dark and grave. " YOU ARE A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

Steve, what she remembered as a person who wanted herself to be exterminated, because he believed her to be a dangerous existence. But, now that Aaric had entered the doctor's body and was being so gentle with her, Mila felt very confused, it was way too difficult for her to adapt to Aaric's constantly changing identity. She didn't know what happened until Aaric actually got the figure of Dr. Steve. Had anything big happened? Or a month had passed? As Aaric had said before, the longest it took him to swap bodies was one month. “What happened to your previous body?” Mila finally asked after overcoming her confusion and discomfort.