Shape Shifter Novels & Stories

Kai explained and I nodded still confused but well. I watched the vent bursts out a mist every few minutes. It was even scented. The fuck “This place is insane.” “Yeah,” Dale agreed. “It’s kind of overwhelming the first time but you’ll get used to it.” I doubted that very much. We started in clothing. Shifter clothing. Apparently most fabrics needed to be stretchable, tear resistant, and heat proof in case someone randomly decided to shift in the middle of class. Wonderful. I held up a shirt. “Why is this fireproof?”

The shape shifter said as he tried to force his way into the barrier but it shocked him and he smirked. I watched as he transformed to something bigger, a tar looking beast in the form of a monster from Scooby doo monster Inc. movie. I struggled to keep the barrier up because I had to protect Sky. I wasn’t experienced in battle but I wasn’t going to let him take Sky. I breathed softly and bit my hand allowing my blood to spell on the ground as I manipulated the time of the shape shifter to be slower than the real world as I chanted a sealing spell.

"I don't have those cool leather straps or a bra that fits my monster's deformed chest." I like how she called it her monster. She wouldn't if she had any idea how extraordinary she was in her beast form. Her breasts are another matter. When she shifts, part of her grows, but her breasts blend more into her body than enlarge. She's a killing machine and large breasts can only get in the way. "Your beast doesn't need a bra," I say. This discussion is one I thought I would never have. "Remove your shoes first, then your shirt, then shift. Don't think too long or hard about it, just do it."

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

, Hollywood had nothing on real life. Her stomach roiled at the sight. The shifter’s flesh trembled and took on the consistency of what looked like lumpy pudding as it bubbled, rippled, and moved to refit the shifter into a human shape. Muscles tensed and pushed against the liquid-looking skin. So much so that she could see when they snapped from its bones. Bones that snapped and jutted out in odd angles before they slid back into place with a grotesquely squashed sound.

She paused for a moment, and I saw the flicker of color again. She held up her hand and I watched as it shifted into claws. Suddenly though, Skylar was shaking. The look on her face was pained and I furrowed my brow, trying to figure out what was happening. Skylar brought up her other hand and shifted it. Now her entire body was almost convulsing. “Stop, Skylar!” Suddenly, there was a pain racing through my veins. It was white hot, like someone poured molten lava into my blood stream. Gasping, I saw her ears start to take shape on her head.

Lina closed the door behind her, and sat down beside me, pulled a basin of water and dipped my hands in it, rubbing them while I muttered things that even I did not understand. I should be in shock. It wasn’t until Lina shook me by the shoulders that I focused on her and realized she was talking to me, and it seemed urgent. — Ma'am, how did you know he was a Changer? — What is a Lina Shifter? — I asked making a great effort to control the tremors in my own voice. — Beings who change shape, as long as their victim is the same size, Madam, how did you know he was a Changer?

The Paradigm Shifter screamed in a voice that existed outside linear time, and I felt its function pulling into my consciousness even as it fought to maintain its grip on local spacetime. This absorption was harder than the Grief Weaver. More complex. The code that defined a Paradigm Shifter was deeply woven into reality's structure, and pulling it out meant unraveling pieces of causality itself. FUNCTION paradigm_shifter_class_b EXTENDS anomaly_base { INTENT_TYPE: confusion, disorientation, loss_of_certainty REALITY_OVERRIDE: physics_negotiable, causality_flexible PURPOSE: test_player_adaptability + demonstrate_system_malleability ADMIN_LEVEL: elevated } Elevated admin level. That was new.

"Son, is there something I should know about? You seem nervous and the panic room indicator went off not too long ago for this room." How? How could I forget that I upgraded the system so that every panic room had a trigger on it? If opened, the room would send a silent notification to Papa and me. "Oh yeah, I was just showing her where to hide in case anything happens and her and baby have to hunker down." Dietrich Shields wasn't anybody's fool and he damn sure wasn't going to made one. "Did you fix your problems like I told you to?" "Yeah, we're working on it. Still a little turbulence but she'll come around. Told her about the maze...."

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.