Shape Shifter Novels Novels & Stories

"Help me stop this." He tilted his head. Those eyes glinted like twin mirrors to some other world. "When something has begun," he said calmly, "you cannot stop it." And then the pain hit. Hot and wild burning sensation, tearing through my backbone like a thunderbolt. My muscles twisted. Bones cracked. My garments ripped at the seams. I screamed, not from fear, but from the sheer impossibility of what my body was doing. I was changing. Shifting. It wasn't supposed to be possible. The moon was gone. I had never shifted before. Not even get anywhere near.

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

This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy. The king continues despite my silence. "Shifters, like wolves, also have mates. They mate for life and share a strong bond with their mates. A shifter will know when he's met his." I have no idea where he's going with this. "I knew when I saw you, Hera," he says carefully. "What?" I say. "I knew you were my mate."

"Just those?" Serena looked at him like he asked something silly. "We don’t address your kind as werewolves. If you want to read about creatures that can shapeshift..." Serena’s finger moved and nearly a hundred books lit up. "Keep in mind that if a shapeshifter didn’t change shape, it would be categorized as human. So for the books that mention outsiders taht are humans..." With another wave of her finger, almost all the books Axel could see lit up. "I understand", Axel said while looking helplessly at densely arranged books on the shelves. This will take forever!

I had to twist my hands in the covers to keep myself in place. He wanted to steal me away and keep me to himself. What girl wouldn't want an amazingly attractive, obviously rich, and powerful King to sweep them away to his hidden fortress and ravish them? Especially a shifter one. There were shifter novels through the roof in all the stores. On my e-reader alone I had tons of them. They were a secret indulgence of mine and not necessarily for the cryptids part.

“It’s pretty simple when you have such an amazing product. Just wait until they see the one you’ve got coming.” She leaned into Noah’s chest, enjoying just being there, cradled by his arm. “Have you seen the new game, Maya?” Josh asked, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I haven’t. What’s it about?” “Oh, it is amazing,” Josh gushed. “It’s called Shifter Warrior.” She nodded, glancing at Noah from the corner of her eye. “Let me guess. Does the warrior change into animals?” “A panther!” Josh exclaimed. “How frickin’ cool is that?”

I quietly put everything back, my movements stiff with newfound purpose. Vincent had already told me he was taking me to an auction tonight. I changed into a black evening gown and waited for him to come for me. ... "And now for tonight's main event, lot number 37," the auctioneer's voice boomed. "A sculpture design by the brilliant artist Sophia Martinez, titled 'Rebirth.'" My skin went cold. The design on the massive screen was mine. My work from three years ago. Every line, every curve, was the result of countless nights I'd poured my soul into.

Sharp features carved from memory now sharpened further, haunted, terrified. “You’re not ready,” her mother whispered. Sierra tried to move toward her, but the feathers tugged at her ankles, rooting her in place. “You mustn’t let it in,” her mother said. “It will wear you like a crown. Twist you until you forget who you are.” The wind shifted. The sun darkened. The feathers parted. A pit of shadow yawned beneath her—not a hole, but a presence. An abyss. And it knew her. A voice slithered into her skull, thick and viscous, like oil through teeth:

she replied forcefully with a smile, situations had been really awkward since the first time they had a little romance. It reduced a little when she almost got her head eaten by that creature, he saved her. “We need to talk, it’s urgent. Bernard might send a shape shifter to come get you for him” Henry started explaining “Shape shifter?” Roman asked in a teasing tone “Dude this bitch could literally change into any fucking one you know, as long as they are someone you trust. You wouldn’t suspect a thing” Henry emphasized

She left followed by which Samuel comes to me looking tensed. “What’s wrong? Are they coming?” He shook his head making me worried thinking what can be something else to have the guts of making him worried. “Then what is it? Stop with the suspense.” I growled. He breathed deeply, “Shapeshifters… They are waiting for the shapeshifters.” And, everything just made sense. “One of the guards informed. He said he heard it when the rogues were discussing it.” I raked my finger through the strands of hair, the shapeshifters are quite dangerous in comparison with the bloodsuckers and the rogues as they can shift into your close one and attack easily. “But…” He continued seeming not sure of what he ha