Shape Shifter Novels & Stories

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

I really don't know where he's going with this. "Are you talking about shapeshifters? I read somewhere about Native Americans being able to shape-shift." He smiles slightly. "Yes, that's sort of what I'm talking about. There are people who can shift from human to animal. I'm one of those people. I can change from human to animal." Interesting. I must still be unconscious because I swear he just told me he can change from a human to an animal. If I'm dreaming, I guess I'll go along with it.

I respond. He smirks. "I can change forms into a wolf at will. I have a pack, like a wolf, and I am the king but also an Alpha. As a shifter, I have certain strengths humans do not. I can hear better and move faster, to name a few, but that was how I heard your dagger." My mouth drops. Against all better judgment, it drops. If I survived this, I was going to kill Lucas. This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy.

Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies. A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention. "What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky. "Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them." The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try. It was practiced, the movement

I point to the cat's genitals "That's why lad." “She’s not a cat nor a which…. She is a shapeshifter, and can turn into anything that she had bonded with provided they have bonded to and who had bonded back with her. It's like imprinting” Jackson says. "Can you smell these things?" Markus asks him, looking at him exasperatedly, "No Mark, Shapeshifters don't discriminate against genders!" Picking Tom up I turn to the boys "So does either of you know how we can fix him... Errr, her? Or is she stuck like this forever?" Scratching his beard Jackson Turns and takes a deep breath then looks back at us shaking his head then looks at Markus.

She plastered her mouth to his and took him by surprise. "You know," she panted between sucks and licks of his lower lip, "I'm beginning to think you're hiding something about your family life, the way you're distracting me. Are you aliens, and I don't mean the illegal immigrant kind, but the from-the-outer-galaxy, flying saucer kind?" "There is nothing odd about my family. And we are not aliens. We're jaguar shape-shifters."

She lays it on the floor in the middle of our huddle and flicks through the brittle, browning pages. Inside, there are illustrations of creatures. I quickly see Lycans and Werewolves and Humans, as well as Witches and Wizards. But then she stops and shows us a whole picture on a page. It’s the picture of some kind of humanoid form, melting and dripping on the floor. White dead eyes. Shadow surrounding it. Gammie looks at us with a grim expression. “The thing that we are up against is the most dangerous of all. The Shape Shifter.”

I was halfway through my toast when Colton glanced over at me again, something thoughtful in his expression. “So… what’s your plan?” I set my plate down and leaned back slightly, laptop still open beside me. “I’ll need those ingredients. The ones I mentioned for the shape shifters. If I can get the mix right, it should trigger involuntary shifting in anyone hiding what they are. Like a litmus test, basically.” “That sounds dangerous,” he said, brow furrowing. “It is,” I agreed. “Which is why no one can know. The second word spreads, they’ll disappear. They’ll bolt or hide or cover their tracks better than they already have.”

because it changes from female to male, so it's not a he or she. Now here's a little history on Valtor. There's not many shape shifters, as a matter of fact, there's only three including Valtor, when Valtor was born it wasn't able to shape shift until the age of five, it started out by pranking its brother, it would shift into their mom and tell its brother that he was grounded for life, or it would shape shift into a monster and hide under its brothers bed. One day it shape-shifted into a demon and screamed at its brother, the brother became so terrified he had a heart attack. After that, Valtor started getting more serious with its pranks by shifting into it

My heart pounds in my chest as I strain to listen, my eyes scanning the shadows for movement. And then, from between the trees, a figure steps out—its shape shifting and twisting as if it can’t decide what it wants to be. One moment, it’s a wolf, then a bird, then something entirely else. Its eyes, glowing with an eerie light, lock onto mine. A shapeshifter.