Shape Shifter Novels Novels & Stories

"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.

That was one thing I was very curious about. Growing up, the stories of shapeshifters were always wild. They never said that they were dangerous. In fact, they were described as protectors. They blend in with the human population very well. The stories made it sound like shifting was easy for them to do, there were no struggles. But when I look at these bodies that are being left behind, I see struggle. I see danger. I have gotten familiar with her past. She sounds like a Lost girl looking for a home. When you ask around about her to those who have had the chance to meet her they don't have very many kind words. They didn't really have any words at all. They described her to be a loner, quie

She pulled over a basin of water and submerged my hands in it, scrubbing them while I murmured things that not even I could understand. I must have been in shock. It was only when Lina shook me by the shoulders that I focused on her and realized she was talking to me, and that it seemed urgent. "My lady, how did you know he was a Shapeshifter?" "What is a Shapeshifter, Lina?" I asked, making a great effort to control the tremors in my own voice. "Beings that change shape, as long as their victim is the same size. My lady, how did you know he was a Shapeshifter?"

She walked up to me, taking a quick glance at the old book on the table and pointed at the word I was looking at just now, "'Myrmecoleon', an ant-lion hybrid. I highly doubt Sarah is one, but considering her abilities, she may be able to shape-shift into it." Oh. Wait, an ant-lion hybrid? How does that even work? Off point. "So she is a shapeshifter, but what kind?" "A special kind that I don't think you can find so easily by flipping through these enormous stacks of books." She said, her icy blue eyes racking over all the books I had pulled down from the numerous shelves in here. "I don't know what to do." I said, sounding frustrated as I plopped back down on my seat. "We need to know what

"Is that not better than being a human and growing old? And incase you didn't know. Jet plan to stop shifting after the battle with the councils is over" He scratches the back of his head. "It is more complicated than that. The shape shifters were forced to turn, it was not something they wanted. Although when you are bitten, you do not take the shape you desire, you take the shape of something that reflects your personality, it might be a lioness, Jaguar, fox, and so on. You have met with the shape shifter right? Most of them died, if they cannot handle the pain of transforming, some also died in the process of becoming what they are. It is too much risk because it has a high chance of...."

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

I wonder if this one has a story to tell. After a few days, the shapeshifter has recovered. It sits up, and I bring it some food and water. It eats and drinks, and then it looks at me, its eyes full of gratitude. It speaks, its voice deep and raspy. "Thank you for saving my life," it says. I nod, and I ask it if it would like to tell me its story. The shapeshifter hesitates, but then it begins to speak. "My name is Lycan, and I am an outcast among my kind. "Lycan tells me about the world of shapeshifters, a world of beauty and danger. They are creatures of the night, able to shift between human and animal form. They live in the shadows, feared and misunderstood by humans. Lycan tells me of t

Is that understood, dog? Cat shifters were a strange, vicious breed. They could shift into any feline, with many of them killing simply because it was in their nature to do so. They never associated themselves with Wolves, so the fact that he not only resided in our pack but was willing to accept that we were on the same team regarding Kamari’s wellbeing surprised me. I could feel the shifter’s energy toward Kamari; he was fond of her. That didn’t surprise me as Kamari had an unusual bond with all the animals I’ve seen her around. Even the birds seemed to congregate in flocks around the Ostyn house these days since her arrival.

“But what you need to understand is that anyone mating with a true shapeshifter will have babies like that. They won’t bear pups, or cubs. They’re highly sought after, and that’s why I took them in. They didn’t ask to be born this way, and for anyone to exploit them, well I won’t have it. When I found them they were in a bad way, being hunted. She could turn into a fly or ant and go into places easily. She could rob places, steal things and that’s appealing to a lot of people obviously. She could be made to be a pitbull and put into fight pits if the wrong person got ahold of her. Makes me sick. But when we’re shifted, no matter the animal, we are all keenly aware there’s always something hi

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.