Pokemon Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

I really don't know where he's going with this. "Are you talking about shapeshifters? I read somewhere about Native Americans being able to shape-shift." He smiles slightly. "Yes, that's sort of what I'm talking about. There are people who can shift from human to animal. I'm one of those people. I can change from human to animal." Interesting. I must still be unconscious because I swear he just told me he can change from a human to an animal. If I'm dreaming, I guess I'll go along with it.

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.

I swallowed, shaking uncontrollably with fear. He pulled down his boxers next, revealing his hard cock. A sneer formed on his lips when his eyes fell between my legs. He came closer to me and wrapped his hand around his cock and pointed it between my legs. I tried to kick him again, but this time he caught my leg in time and yanked my legs apart viciously.

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.

I could almost feel their anticipation, their readiness to pounce, and their hunger for dominance. Within this void, fear and determination waged a battle within me. The suddenness of the shapeshifter's act had shattered the fragile equilibrium, and now I grappled with the unknown consequences that lay ahead. Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope ignited—a belief that this unforeseen turn of events could potentially work in our favor.

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.

He didn't get the joke, but she seemed to think something was funny. "Oh my!" She said with a clap of her hands, which brought everyone's attention back to her again in strength. "Let's save some time, almost every predator has a shifter form. Some non-predator animals also exist, and there's also mimics that can change their form at will. That I'm giving away for free, remember my kindness."

Morat bowed, his face showing sincere loyalty. Siron wanted to scream a warning. Don’t trust him! But this was the past. It had already happened. The scenes shifted again, faster now, like fragments of a nightmare. Morat leading Alaric’s armies, waging war against enemies. He fought with gallant bravery, his body moving with speed and strength beyond that of a normal man. In the heat of battle, his body changed, growing larger, skin hardening into scales, claws sprouting from his hands. His true shifter form. He rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through enemies, but always returned to human form once the fighting ceased. Alaric’s forces won because of him.