Shape Shifter Novels Novels & Stories

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

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.

Lillah swallowed, eyes fixed on his crotch. “Goddess save me.” She blew out a breath when Rhyland dropped his trousers. Neeri whistled. The dragon-shifter had a monstrously large penis. Not only was he considerably bigger than Alpha Aaron it was also shaped differently. Instead of a smooth round head like a mushroom top it was flipped the other way, looking like a shallow bowl. The dragon-shifter also didn’t have any balls, just a thick shaft that became noticeably wider at the base. Lillah was glad she had taken the potion to induce heat or she might have chickened out.

It shivered, limbs collapsing inward for a moment, then extending again. Rio’s voice softened. “We’re not your enemies. You’ve been following us… but you don’t have to anymore.” For a heartbeat, the shapeshifter wavered. Then, slowly, it receded, moving back toward the treeline, almost retreating. Its gaze lingered on them, lingering on Rio and Adonis, then Junie, Willa, and the others—eyes filled with something unreadable.Inside the cabin, Junie’s magic pulsed as she sensed the shift. “It’s… calming,” she said. “It’s leaving.”

But I guess life had other plans for me. The tall man, who had somewhat fully taken over from the other man, placed his hand at the small of my back, slowly sliding it down. I held my breath and the vomit threatening to spew as he slid his hand lower towards my tailbone. I felt his middle finger at the entrance of my butt crack when suddenly his hand disappeared, along with his body, the stench, and everything. The force with which this happened destabilized my wobbly feet, making me stagger backward into a rigid chest.

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into