Shape Shifter Novels Novels & Stories

she said as we walked down the hallway. I expected the triplets to head to their room, but they followed us to Hazel’s. When we got there, they sat on my bed while Hazel rummaged through her closet, pulling out a massive book and tossing it onto the floor with a loud thud. She flipped through a few chapters before stopping. “Shapeshifters. They’re the fourth group of supernaturals in Moon fire, but they aren’t very common.” As she said this, we all knelt around the book, looking at the drawings and the information.

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

"But broken. Stuck between shapes." The being's eyes—the only constant feature—locked onto us with desperate hope. "Help... please... can't... stop... changing..." Through Compassion, Sarah approached slowly. "You're safe now. The sanctuary will hold you stable while you heal." *Analyzing damage,* Nexus reported. *Shapeshifter exposed to reality storm. Form matrix destabilized. Needs anchor point to rebuild from.* "I can provide that," Lyra offered, divine power offering stable template. But the shifter flinched away from her intensity.

This time to make sure that they fulfil their revenge to the end and right now, one has already started its blood crave. The Kingrad stood tall as it stared at its prey. Watching out for their movement so that it could catch them off guard. Oh yes, it couldn't wait to hear the crack of their bones. **********Notes********** The Necklace Glossary: Shifters- People who can shapeshift into animals. That doesn't make them less of a human. Not all shifters have abilities. Some find a way to create their abilities. The royal families are the ones that are always blessed with unique abilities.

"You challenge me? Little girl, I was killing betas while you were playing with dolls. I won't shift. I'll snap your neck in this skin." "Shift," I commanded. "Or I'll kill you where you stand." Something in my voice—the absolute certainty of it—made his laughter die. He narrowed his eyes, assessing me. Then, with a grunt of annoyance, he let it happen. The sound of his shift was wet and crunching. His body contorted, bones snapping and reshaping with practiced ease. He dropped to all fours, fur erupting from his skin in patches of brindled brown and grey. Within seconds, a massive wolf stood before me—heavy-set, scarred, with jaws that could crush a femur.

His chest trembled with the precarious lift of hope. “Danny, I want to explain a few things. They’re important.” Mahisar’s voice smoothed into instructor and oracle. “You are a shape-shifter. What sets you apart is this: when you phase into an animal, it becomes wholly you. You never depart from it. It is not a separate spirit, as it is with were-beings. Were-beings must share the spirit of the animal they inhabit. That duality can make them weak. You are not weak.”

Lying on the floor was a woman who looked human, but she had long claws. "I hope you're not so stupid that you don't know what shape-shifters are. They suck your energy and make sure that the person they inhabit is hated by everyone, so that person can't trust anyone but them. They like attention. The only person on your side? Yes, she is there," he said before walking away, leaving me standing there in shock.

And then she collapsed to the ground. And as the electricity tore through her, the shape shifted and the face morphed, the body contorted, and suddenly I was staring at something else entirely. Not Amaya. Or someone I recognize. But someone else. “A shape shifter.” Otto said as he entered the cells. “ Rumours have it that they have been running rampages around the city for a while now. Didn't believe it, not until I finally witnessed it.” He said expression still frustratingly calm as she surveyed the shapeshifter writhing on the ground.

Thankfully, salvation arrived in form of a fellow student who seemed to radiate confidence. “Actually, I’d argue that the earliest shape shifting legends in our world can be traced back to the ancient witches that had roamed the Kiltenbury even before the Moon goddess created werewolves.” She interjected, her tone confident and poised. “The first known shape-shifter was a female witch, Alana, who transformed into the shape of her husband’s lover in order to kill him for he cheated on her. The story of Lycaon is significant, but it’s not the sole genesis of shape shifting in our world. Besides, shape shifters do not exist anymore after the moon goddess destroyed the last of them after they in

I asked. She laughed a little at that. “A default face – I like that. Yes, they have a default face. They are manufactured creatures. Shapeshifters do not exist as a species. These are the only two and only because they are the result of the use of forbidden magic. However, one isn’t like the other.” I was hooked on every word. “How so?”