Shape Shifter Novels & Stories

She missed Richard and was worried about him. "How is he? Is he okay, after being paralyzed for so long by that evil shape shifter?" Noreen asked. "I heard that in order for a shape shifter to survive in the form they're impersonating, their original form must be rendered permanently powerless." "Yes, that's true. Eventually, when the original body becomes too weak, the shapeshifter takes complete control of it, and they can do anything they want, until the original body dies," Edmont said. "And at that point, the shape shifter can assume that original body for as long as they need to, even after

"This is the one." I took the book to one of the nearest tables that had a lamp attached to it. I opened it quickly, searching for the page which had listed its weaknesses. "Wait, that's the one." Ivan put his hand on the page before I turned the page again. I looked through it, reading the description. Cloudy Shapeshifters that have the capacity to shift into any living being and can take onto the resemblances of a dead person. They can take away the life of any being once they trap them in their circle of red lightning and dark suffocating clouds.

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.”