Shape Shifter Novels & Stories

(Everything probably has a but because every race has a butt-I hope…) She just smiled again, looking a tad irritated and continued. “There is the chance you may be a shape shifter.” “A what?” “A shape shifter, you change form.” She said, looking irritated and now showing it. “Sorry is that bad?” “Seeing that the vampires and shifters declared war against each other, it may be the slightest of problems.” “Okay, I realized you used the plural for problem. What else is bad news?” I sounded exasperated. “Well it consists of more…much more training to control and use magic…”

Three days before departure, Ethan put a new flight confirmation on the dining table. I looked at it once, and my fingers went still. My parents' first-class seats had been changed to economy. Bianca Voss and her parents now sat where my mother and father were supposed to sit. "What is this?" I asked. Ethan was fixing his cufflinks, calm as if he had changed a dinner reservation. "Bianca heard about the Maldives wedding and wanted to bring her parents. First class was full, so I moved your parents down." "You gave my parents' seats to your childhood sweetheart and her parents?"

"I haven't been home in a while. I'm worried it might not recognize me and attack." The other members of the Chroma clan glared at Chroma Stirling, seemingly the truth was not as straightforward as Chroma Stirling had hoped for. Fortunately, Alexander was not one who harped on trivial matters. He wanted to get on shore as soon as possible. "Mister Kane, it's coming back!" Sheila shrieked as she pointed at the oncoming creature. "I noticed." Alexander scrutinized the creature. It could freely alter its form and shape. As the creature approached again, it transformed into the shape of a shark, aiming straight at Alexander. Its newly acquired shape proved efficient in shuttling through the wate

I asked. She laughed a little at that. “A default face – I like that. Yes, they have a default face. They are manufactured creatures. Shapeshifters do not exist as a species. These are the only two and only because they are the result of the use of forbidden magic. However, one isn’t like the other.” I was hooked on every word. “How so?”

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.

God knew how much she was hurt. What had I done? But, the next moment, Vitoria turned into her energy form. When she came back to her physical form, there wasn’t even a scar on her body. My jaws hit the ground as I watched this transformation. “I am alright, Alex. There is no need to worry. When Golden Shifters are hurt in their physical forms, they can change to their energy forms. Since energy forms don’t have a physical form, all the injuries heal on their own.”

He seemed to be waiting for me to talk, to scream, to run, to do anything, but there was nothing. I blinked once, then twice, then once again. I took a deep breath and tried to speak, only for my voice to come out in a stutter. "Shapeshifter?" I questioned before shaking my head at the thought that I voiced out loud. I reasoned, "No, your hand shapeshifted into a weapon. Shapeshifters usually shapeshift into living things but not objects. So how? How? I don't know anyone who can shapeshift into a weapon." Rai didn't move. He kept his distance from me, knowing that I was frightened, which I considered to be very considerate of him to do. "Can you stand?"

A collective, silent gasp rippled through the officials. The image carried an impact words could not fully capture. Across the long span of interstellar development—shaped by longevity genes, genetic adjustments, and constant Zerg threats—the offspring of the Shifter races had changed. Early maturity, rapid development, and pronounced beast traits were normal. Even at a young age, cubs typically had visible beast features: a swishing tail, flicking ears, or small claws. They often couldn’t fully control their transitions until adulthood. This was true across all genders and secondary genders. Even omegas displayed minor beast traits in childhood.

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

Kai asked him. “That is a Baldander, they are shapeshifters. Their normal bodies are that of an alien. The crazy thing is, they can shape their bodies into any object they desire. They love to trick and joke. They are hugely annoying. Imagine not knowing if who you’re talking to is real or not.” Kai laid the rock down softly. He looked into the water and said. “Sorry Mr. uh… Mrs. uh… Baldander Sir, Mam… I won’t do it again.” He quickly ran over to me and pointed toward the river. “Wasn’t that your idea?” he said to me.