Shape Shifters On Earth Novels & Stories

Grounding myself always helped to bring me closer to my wilder side. The word shift was a bit of a misnomer when it came to what we did. Shifting made it sound like our body cracked and changed into a different one, but it wasn’t like that. When we shifted, it was more like one form replaced the other rather than our bodies changing form. That’s why we could do it so quickly. It happened in the blink of an eye because that was all that was needed to call upon that part of ourselves. Scientists had been trying to explain it for years; some astrophysicists even speculated that it caused a bend in reality or called an alternate form from a parallel universe. Some of them said that when we took

Matter was solid and liquid simultaneously. "Keep reality stable!" I commanded through the network to hybrid network managers across all seven Earths. "Billions of consciousnesses are about to experience reality shift. We need to keep them sane!" Species began intermixing. Humans from Earth-Prime met humans from Earth-Sanctus who had divine powers. Shapeshifters from Earth-Bestia encountered shapeshifters from Earth-Prime who were limited to one form. AI from Earth-Machina tried to comprehend organic consciousness from Earth-Verdant.

To them he bestowed his power — binding their souls to beasts. Thus were born the Shifters, mortals who could share their form and spirit with an animal kin. They were the bridge between instinct and intellect, bound forever to Mahina’s moon. But in the echo of his creation, the balance trembled. Three divine gifts — Magic, Nature, and Strength — had reshaped Nethara. None foresaw the shadow such beauty would cast.

My explanation had them still as death before they heaved out a loud sigh. "Okay! I am going to give you a quick rundown of things and tell me if you remember anything, okay?" Belladonna nodded to me, urging me to agree to her crazy fiasco. I gave her one nod! "Okay! The divisions of the world are not a tale. They are real. They exist." She paused a bit waiting for me to digest whatever she had just said, "You mean there are shapeshifters and evil guys?"

But now a cold fear had settled deep in my bones, making me shiver even in the warm sunlight. Now I understand the terrible truth. The person who Sarah had been taking orders from, this person was a shape shifter, someone who could change from a man to a woman and whatever, whenever they wanted. I had read about shape shifters in old books when I was younger, but I never thought they really existed in our world. Now I knew they were real, and one was here in our pack.

“We could have fun with you. What a shame.” A shiver of disgust ran through me and Kohen struck his face hard enough to make him fall. “Is he a.. human?”I hesitantly asked while trying to observe him. “A shape-shifter. They are a rare species and highly annoying because they can shift into any species they want without actually inheriting their power.”Jake answered, looking pissed off. It was the first time I heard about them. “Do you think the others are like him?” “Only way to find out. What do you say? Will you sing for us, chameleon?”

“Who exactly are you thinking of? Who else are we trying to get killed?” “You two are still stuck on brute force," Atlas said. “What if we tried stealth instead? I know some reptilian shifters down in Alabama. They can shift into snakes, lizards, that kind of thing. They aren’t strong like wolves or bears or dragons. They don’t shift much because they’re so exposed when they do. Picture going from a grown man to a three-foot snake. Not exactly a secure spot, right?” “Spit it out, Atlas," I said.

I knew it. This is the end. He stomps towards me as I hear my captor’s neck snap. I close my eyes, waiting for death to come but instead, arms shake me, “Can you shift? Are you hurt?” I shake my head, as I open my eyes, “No, I cant shift….” I begin but one of his companions cut me off. “Kane, we have to go!” he shouts in human form, but his eyes widen as he sees me. “No, it can’t be….”

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.

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.