Maui Shapeshifting Novels & Stories

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

His chest trembled with the precarious lift of hope. “Danny, I want to explain a few things. They’re important.” Mahisar’s voice smoothed into instructor and oracle. “You are a shape-shifter. What sets you apart is this: when you phase into an animal, it becomes wholly you. You never depart from it. It is not a separate spirit, as it is with were-beings. Were-beings must share the spirit of the animal they inhabit. That duality can make them weak. You are not weak.”

It's hard to believe that the rumors are true, but people don't know the half of it. Ambrose is sitting in his usual spot, eating his breakfast absently as I come in. "Morning," I say, taking my seat beside him. He grins at me. "You're feeling better?" "So is your thing," I say gesturing to him. "Is it like a full moon thing? You can only shift under the full moon?" Ambrose laughs and the sound lifts my heart higher. "No. I can shift whenever I choose. The need to shift is stronger with the changes of the moon, but they aren't linked together."

“The part of you that’s wild, untamed. You don’t think about it—you feel it." “And you won’t be alone,” I add. “We’ll be with you every step of the way." Mia looks between us, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “What if I mess up?" “You won’t,” Raina says softly from across the room. “Shifting isn’t about control. It’s about trust. Letting go. It's like breathing; it's just there... You just need to stop fighting it." There’s a long pause, and then Mia nods, her hands trembling slightly but her chin lifting. “Okay,” she says, her voice quiet but resolute.

Malleus Those nightmares! Kaiya has done so much to drive them away. Without Kaiya I couldn’t do it. I would have caved to the witch and her riders long ago. “The witch is a shapeshifter,” I offer. “She is limited, but she changes forms and in dreams at least takes on forms other than her own sometimes including taking the form of someone you love or trust.” I hate that she has done that because it means everyone becomes suspect in my dreams and my waking hours and sometimes my mind can’t take the nearly constant suspicion.

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

I blinked, and my eyes, usually a dull brown, had shifted into a piercing, icy violet. I turned around, and Caius and Julian were standing in the doorway. Julian had his drink halfway to his mouth, and Caius was just watching me with a look of intense, analytical interest. "Okay," Julian said, his voice slow. "First levitation, now… what? You're a shapeshifter now?" "I don't know," I said, my voice sounding more confident. I focused again, shifting my appearance to long, wavy, deep-red hair and striking amber eyes. It happened in a blink. It wasn't painful, just weird, like wearing a second skin I could edit at will.

"Help me stop this." He tilted his head. Those eyes glinted like twin mirrors to some other world. "When something has begun," he said calmly, "you cannot stop it." And then the pain hit. Hot and wild burning sensation, tearing through my backbone like a thunderbolt. My muscles twisted. Bones cracked. My garments ripped at the seams. I screamed, not from fear, but from the sheer impossibility of what my body was doing. I was changing. Shifting. It wasn't supposed to be possible. The moon was gone. I had never shifted before. Not even get anywhere near.

I cannot let my sensitive ego be punctured at a sharp but accurate comment. “Then, you’ll need to learn to bend the shadows until you can shape them around you, using the void as a way to augment your skills as a universal dragon to take on not just other dragon abilities, but their bodies and mannerisms as well. You need to become a true shapeshifter, without losing who you are to the transformation.”

She looked up and saw a figure standing in the shadows. The figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a shape shifter. It had taken on Dos' appearance, and Tangerine realized that she had been tricked. The shape shifter had used her trust in Dos to get close to her. "Who are you?" Tangerine demanded, standing up to face the shape shifter. "I am Malakai," the shape shifter hissed. "And I have come to destroy you." Tangerine's mind raced. She had never heard of this Malakai before, but she knew that she was in danger. She reached for her sword, but it was gone. She must have dropped it during her fight with Dos.