Pokemon Shifter Novels & Stories

They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze then let the shades win. Before the sky started to change colour, the Scorchers had been nothing more than a nuisance, a buzzing fly that refused to leave the food table. But when the Shades crossed into our lands, they'd reared their hooded heads and come pouring out of the cracks, shocking us with their organisation, their weapons and numbers. This was the day they'd been waiting for. Any interaction with them was always done on their terms and when and where they wanted. No one, and I mean no one knew the locations of their hidden communities, or nests as they called them. To know that, you had to be

I begin purring, my back arching at the thought of what’s to come later. “Hey, there are kids here. Hold those thoughts for later,” Ishir says, flipping some burgers on a grill. The first time Everett saw Ishir’s burgers, he didn’t recognize them for what they are, shifter burgers. What humans pass off as burgers are like snacks for shifters and dragons. Now, my mate can devour two of them on his own. I’ve noticed that his muscle mass continues to increase, his strength and mastery of our element has continued to improve, his ability to be in my mind is as strong as mine is in his, and of course, he's still the most brilliant man I’ve ever met. He nips at my neck. “Keep having those thoughts

"Not everyone's worldview is the size of Mooncrest!" Eason huffed. "How was I supposed to know you don't trust me enough to have brought you here with good intentions? How was I supposed to know it would be a problem?" He glared at me. "Though I get the sense that you'd have something to say no matter who I could have called, if they aren't a werewolf." "I--" He held up a hand. "I'll cut you slack because you're clearly still riding the Shift, but the Shift doesn't create things in people. It just magnifies them. You're going to have to get a better poker face, or that seat isn't going to happen."

“Breathe, Akiro, breathe.” Akiro flushed in embarrassment as he realised he had just rambled towards Terrence, but the guy was just looking at him in amusement. “Sorry, I just got really, really curious,” he said. “Again, it’s alright,” the shapeshifter said, brushing off his apology. “And to simply answer your questions: we can only change if it’s a living being we’re shifting to. No need to touch or chant something. Just as long as we know what they looked like. Though we can miss a few details because it wasn’t like we could look at someone else’s whole features. Just the surface.”

“And you didn’t have to say any of the BS you said to Kat, but here we are. She should’ve kept her mouth closed and you should’ve minded your own business.” He stepped closer to the three of us. But Ari’s eyes flipped to tiger amber. Rei’s nose elongated to a snout. They were closer to their shifter form than normal. They both growled. Hiru stepped back. “Fine, I know when I’m beaten. But just because your shifting form is close doesn’t mean I won’t turn into the biggest snake ever.” Ari locked eyes with Hiru. “Even if you were a green northern anaconda won’t change anything. Tigers are one of the apex land mammals. I rip your snake form to shreds.”

I was cut off by Deliana, her eyes darkening. "You will, because you are a triform shifter, a miracle among species, and in your hand, you will hold the power of both earth and sea. You are the light of this world, and it's high time you understood that."

"Lion's mane for neurological support. Small amount of ashwagandha, modified for your situation." I stopped lifting the mug. "Modified how." "Standard shifter pregnancy protocols assume a shifter mother. Your physiology is human, which creates a different set of demands at the cellular interface." She said it the way someone states a fact they find genuinely interesting. "I extrapolated from first principles. Cross-referenced traditional healer knowledge with the biochemistry of human-shifter genetic interaction." A brief pause. "I'm confident in the reasoning. But I want you to know it was extrapolation, not established precedent."

"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…okay. I mean…I’m not going to bother you all the time. Just being able to meet with the witches would be awesome. According to Father, they can only be removed by a sitting Alpha. With how it reacted to you, he probably meant sitting Alpha of the Silver Mountain pack. Or maybe just the current Alpha with the same blood. Who really knows. Father would be stupid enough to not actually have a fix for it.” Leaning against the counter, I watched her from the side as she used a ricer to create mashed potatoes. Her face showed that none of this bothered her. I couldn’t understand it. Shifting was apart of who we were as wolves. Our identity. What made us stand out from just regular humans. “Sinc

Oh yes, while werewolves typically shift at sixteen, my father shifted at thirteen, making him one percent of werewolves who transformed so early in history. 'Our mates shifted at fourteen,' Ria beamed. 'Girl, it's not about them.' I rolled my eyes at her. She snorted and turned her face away—such a diva. As our training commenced, Master Asahi instructed me to unleash any power I possessed against him. I summoned my telekinetic abilities, launching a wave of energy his way. With an agility that caught me off guard, he effortlessly dodged my attack, using his long, polished stick to redirect my force back at me. Determined, I conjured the mightiest whirlwind I could muster; yet, to my astoni