Shape Shifters On Earth Novels & Stories

She plastered her mouth to his and took him by surprise. "You know," she panted between sucks and licks of his lower lip, "I'm beginning to think you're hiding something about your family life, the way you're distracting me. Are you aliens, and I don't mean the illegal immigrant kind, but the from-the-outer-galaxy, flying saucer kind?" "There is nothing odd about my family. And we are not aliens. We're jaguar shape-shifters."

“Is there any threat in this city the cops can’t handle?” After a brief silence, Derik let out a deflating breath and turned to him. “I’m not supposed to be telling you this, but there are humans living in this city who can transform into some kind of animal. When they change, they possess inhuman abilities like superhuman strength, increased speed, or enhanced senses. Now that’s a threat not even the cops can handle.” “Shapeshifters?” he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, like shapeshifters, but that’s not what they are called. We call them Shifters.”

Adam POV . . I kept in mind what Reuben just said about Dameron. As I was walking to the training field, I heard the groans and screams of the warriors sparring together. Most of Alectrona's warriors were shape-shifters. According to Reuben, she liked the shape-shifters more than any creatures in our world. Well, of course, since they had more advantages than us. Once they shape-shifted, all of the characteristics of the creature they mimicked, including their powers, were adopted by them.

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

The magic that now thrummed through our veins, it had altered Rayna as well as myself. ‘No, they are nothing like werewolves. Though, there are some bear shifters farther down the mountain, but they’re rather peaceful unless provoked.’ He replied, ‘Shape shifters have no form for themselves, so they steal the form of who—or what they can. They’re easy to kill when they’re mimicking someone else. It’s their real face you don’t want to see. It’s easy to avoid them. My advice: if you see your brother in these woods, or perhaps a familiar face, do not approach. Turn around, and pray like hell there aren’t more hiding nearby, or be ready for one hell of a fight.’

How was it even possible something that large would fit into her narrow channel? Wait. Her channel? Unbidden the image of Mike Volka flashed in her brain, more moisture soaked her panties and heat crept up her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She put hands over Mischief's eyes. "Don't look, kitty." Jamie took a sip of her soft drink, a bite of her sandwich and chewed slowly as she turned the page. "Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies."

“Tell me everything… from the very beginning, November James-Maximilian.’ His expression is hard, “Tell me who and what you are.” Shakily, November starts, quietly. “My kind, the shape-shifters, wolf shifters… our kinds had been in this world since the beginning of time… no one really can tell how we came to be, but we, the descendants of the Moon Gods were told… that, one day, one of the sons of the Moon God fell in love with a human. A beautiful woman of earth…”

Listening to this old woman wasn't going to get her killed, right? "Alright then!" Lady Marie tapped her hand behind Iris' back and got comfortable. So did Sussane from beside Iris as Lady Marie started, "Once upon a time before you were born. This is of an era from when even fossils don't remain. This planet was inhabited by many more free creatures than you see today. Humans were a mere fraction of the community then. It was a time when shape-shifters constituted the major roles on Earth. Wolf-shifters whom you know as werewolves, but there also used to be more. Fox-shifters, Bear-shifters, even Gorilla and shark-shifters. But the most dominant of all were the noble Dragon-shifters." Iris'

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?”

Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies. A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention. "What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky. "Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them." The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try. It was practiced, the movement