Pokemon Shifter Novels & Stories

With Shadow Soldier hearing, the roar hurts, but the eardrums survive. My body wants to shift, and I fight it. This will be handled as human unless it goes hands on. My eyes burn with fury, and I count to ten silently to control myself. Kill, Ms. Beast pipes in. Oh, shut up, I snap internally. Alden's eyes ignite as he fights his change. I've challenged him, and he knows it. What he doesn't know is that immediately after the change, I have full control of Ms. Beast, and he doesn't have the same control over his. I'm not a "point and kill" Shadow Warrior the first hours after shifting. I'm a thinking, plotting, killing machine more dangerous than he could ever imagine. Ms. Beast knows we can

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.

I raised my brows, even more confused. “So your card has a sum of money in it that is deposited monthly by your family. For those of us that live in the human realm, the shifter realm has a conversion method, so you don’t have to worry. They’ll convert your money to Wolf bucks. Though the exchange rate is a bitch. Shifter currency is pretty high against the dollar but… the value of one Wolf buck is really high. So you don’t have to worry too much,” he smiled like he hadn’t just spat out a series of crazy words in a sequence I had never heard in my life. Realm?

The educated part of my brain knew that it was pointless, that the tests had been right in the first place and that the results would be exactly the same this time round, but the emotional part of me just wasn’t willing to accept that. Shifter pregnancies were a little more difficult on the mums than normal human pregnancies, I mean we’re not aliens or anything, things still progress at the same rate and full term is 40 weeks, but growing a shifter is a little harder than growing human. They zap more energy. So, being pregnant would certainly explain a lot.

When she opens her hand a small vile of glittery blue liquid sits in her palm. “What is that?” I ask, hesitant at taking the tiny vile from her. “Pure magic, from when the gods still walked amongst us, my favorite disciple.” I scowl at her and then at the vile, looking back up at her. “Drink this and your Shifter abilities will become tenfold. When you shift you will not lose your garments, when you shift back you will be as if you were before – fully clothed.” I take the vile from her hands, cautiously handling it as if it would burn me.

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.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

That was one of my daughters favorite phrases. She chuckled again, “Your inner animal. You are what we call a dormant shifter. Over the years, shifters in your family have mated with humans. It has happened enough that the shifter gene is almost non-existent. Due to that, it takes a life-threatening event for your animal, me, to come forward. One more generation, and you would be 100% human.” Ok, I’ll bite, what else do I have to do? Shifters as in wolf, lion, tigers, and bears, oh my. I laugh at my little Wizard of Oz reference.

“You’re coming too. Be a witness.” “With pleasure, Brother Liam.” The three of us walked to a small park near the apartment. The place was quiet, only tall trees and a path lit by streetlamps. The full moon hung round and perfect in the sky. I stood in the middle of the park, gazing upward. Beautiful and terrifying all at once. Liam stood beside me. “Listen carefully. Shifting isn’t just about the body. It’s about the mind and control. Breathe deeply. Feel the moon above you. Let its light flow into your body.”

These visions served as a testament to the Enchanted Realm's resilience and the enduring spirit of those who had walked its lands. Amidst the visions, the heroes caught fleeting glimpses of the Temporal Shifter—a shadowy figure that moved between the threads of time, distorting and manipulating them. The Temporal Shifter's presence was like a ripple in the fabric of reality, a disruption that threatened to rewrite the realm's history for its own malevolent purposes.