Shape Shifter Novels & Stories

The collision caused a huge bang. Taking advantage of his vulnerable position on the ground, I straddled his waist placing a hand around his neck minimizing his airway. The natural body of a shapeshifter was undoubtedly weird to feel. It was foggy and airy but had a solid side at the same time which created this unsettling texture. The shapeshifter had his breath cut for a second. I bet he didn't expect this kind of strength from me. Usually, shapeshifters aren't that good in combat but they are great at making strategies and thinking.

I can feel the heat surrounding me, filling the room with energy and light. The Shifters stare at the shape, their red eyes piercing the light with its darkness. After a second, they all begin to enter the form, taking it on board as if they were all in line to enter a cruise and embark on a magical journey. Amazement still overwhelms me as each of the Shifters enters the form. I can feel it pulling at me, and I hesitantly let go. The shape moves away, and I can see that it really does look like a boat, flying through the sky as if it were the ocean. It takes me a few seconds after the boat disappears to realize what I had done.

she whispered. I opened my mouth and closed it several times, trying to figure out an excuse. “It's alright, you're just lucky Stephan was too fired up to notice. Be careful about that, alright?” Hyene smiled at me and stood up to leave when I grabbed her arm. “Wait, I need to ask you something.” She sat back down on the bed and nodded. “Can Shape Shifters tell where somebody is? Like, detect their movements?” Hyene looked at me, confused. “Well, we can trace their scent.”

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Unlike most shifters, our shift is smooth and with no pain so shifting from either Clara’s Leopard form or Elizabeth’s human one, my shift will always be flawless and non-painful. I stretch my legs, my body and then my wings as I swim under the surface of the water.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

The ultimate size-changing Ability. [Constant Growth: Level 1] Grants the user the ability to constantly grow grotesquely as its mass expands through the use of saved up excess mass from absorbing flesh from the prey, growing bigger and stronger, and gaining an upper hand in battle. Grants the user the ability to mutate its form to any shape and size, although it cannot remain with a shape that is not its base form or the chosen humanoid appearance. Previously registered shapes and appearances from assimilated flesh from corpses can be used to partially shapeshift into their body parts.

But according to Jessie was a shapeshifter, taking on the form of Bernice. Shapeshifters are powered by the full moon. However, their powers are limited. If they use them too much at once, they won’t be able to shift again until they recharge under the full moon. Which was exactly what Cora was going to need to do if she wanted to continue being Bernice. “I still can’t get it out of my head…” Jessie breathed, her tone growing shaky. “One minute she was Bernice… and the next….” She paused to gather her thoughts. “It wasn’t Bernice. I knew something was weird about her…”

The sounds of laughter and chatter from my tribe floated in the air, wrapping around me like a shared blanket. With a defiance that came naturally from years of shapeshifting unapologetically, I let the transition take over me, shedding my bear form for my human body. I emerged completely naked into the welcoming warmth, unfazed by the knowing glances of those who saw. Shapeshifters are used to the bare truth of existence—clothes are just a convenience rather than a necessity. To the children of the tribe, we often taught that shifting was a natural act, an experience to be embraced rather than one to hide in shame. However, we tried to shield their innocent eyes from unnecessary exposure to

“This is messed up.” I stare at him, forcing my voice steady even though my chest feels tight. “Where’s Damian?” His form flickers. Just for a second. It blurs, like something unstable, like the shape can’t hold. And then it clicks. He can change. He can take the shape of other shifters. That’s how he did it. That’s how he framed Felix. That night in the Shadow Woods... He was there. Just not as himself. The illusion drops. His real form stands in front of us now, solid and certain.