Pokemon Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

Thankfully, I was fortunate. “Who told you that shape-shifting is as laidback as how you perceive it?” Phyllis asked. I took a step back and watched her stoop to pick two twigs; she used a twig to pull two horizontal lines as she spoke, “Shape shifting is really agonizing. Before you learn to transform, you should make sure you have sufficient power to bear the turmoil it brings to you later on.” She stands straight, “Unless I see that you are ready, I would not allow you to transform. So you have no choice but to use the sword to defend yourself, as I would not be there to do that all the time.”

Toni tried to jump in at times and help, but Ash and I were just too fast. A girl went to attack me again but Toni stopped her. He was now enthralled in a fight with her. She seemed to be a shapeshifter. She had shifted her arms to tiger paws. My attention felt split in two now. I tried to stay focused on Ash, but I was worried about Toni. I know he can handle himself, but I can't help the worry.

’ Kavish speaks in whispers. A sudden seriousness looms over the environment. Even Gustu straightens up in his seat. ‘Phenomenal, you say?’ Sunny nods, quizzing his brows. ‘Yeah! She has a boon. I’ve been told that she could take any face, any attire…she can disguise into anyone–shape, size, gender, race, creed, species. Nothing is a limit…she is a universal shapeshifter.’ An eerie silence falls over.

I informed. “Two of them?” they asked. “They’re both our enemy. Shapeshifters are not natural creatures. They both became shapeshifters from a spell gone wrong. The shapeshifter I encountered was a woman, and I found out from Simoa that her mate is the true villain. He’s the person who turned them both into those creatures – himself by mistake, and with her, he was under the impression he’d figured out where he went wrong with his spell, but that’s not how things turned out. We need to find out the woman’s identity before she became a shapeshifter so that we can figure out why she’s targeting my parents,” I explained.

He looked grim as he spoke. This was horrible. What crimes does a person commit that deserve such punishment? From all I'd been taught in class, I knew that glands were very important to shifters. They were what dictated their very existence. Sure, they could once shift, as the name implied, but with the development of their realm, they often weren't inclined to, and the ability had sort of atrophied so that your average shifter couldn't use it. Only dominant alphas and omegas and powerful betas could have the possibility of shifting.

Roan stands still and looks at me from head to toe. ''Considering what Julias told me about your magic I think you should be able to shapeshift into a water creature. Maybe we can try a mermaid, just think about what you want to look like. Picture everything from the breathing gills to the tail. When you have the image just say Shapolo'' I look at him a bit doubtful, but I say, ''Okay let's give it a try.'' I think about a long green shimmering tail, a small glitter top and I picture that I have gills on the sides of my neck. I say with a loud and confident voice, ''Shapolo.''

But the shapeshifter—still wearing Celine’s familiar face—raised a hand mockingly. Junie felt a psychic pressure, sharp and biting, attempting to unravel her focus. She gasped as her stomach tightened, realizing this attack was aimed at breaking her will, striking fear and doubt into her heart. She could feel the shapeshifter probing her memories, her instincts, her deepest connection to Rio, and it made her falter for a heartbeat. Suddenly, the towering figure surged forward, faster than expected. Its blow struck Junie mid-stride, roots twisting too slowly to protect her, water failing to shield in time.

My heart skips a beat, and I motion for the others to stop. “Something’s wrong,” I whisper. The others look at me, confused, but I don’t have time to explain. A low growl rumbles from the shadows, and a figure steps into view. It’s not an animal, not one of our own—it’s something entirely else. A shapeshifter. His skin ripples as he moves, his form shifting between shapes, unsettling and unnatural. My muscles tense as I recognize the threat. This creature is far more powerful than any prey we’ve ever hunted.

Otto pov: "They are taking advantage of us using body size," Ade whispered in a frail voice. The shapeshifter with the boar head was in the thick of it, using its massive size and strength to overpower the humans and werewolves alike. I took cover behind a large crate, trying to get a good shot at the shapeshifter, but it was too fast for me. Suddenly, a werewolf leaped over me and tackled the shapeshifter to the ground. I watched in amazement as the two fought, claws and teeth tearing at each other.

If I willed it, I could even make people see me as a Divine realm expert! Secondly, I learnt shape-shifting. This one was very much tortuous! Using his true essence as a guide, I had to go through series of pains as he reworked on my bones to strengthen it, and also to make them much flexible than a normal human's. With this type of body, I could even be a perfect fit for gymnastics, back in my homeworld. My joy knew no boundary! With my ability, I could perfectly elongate my physique to shape-shift to even someone the shape of Ruby!