Shape Shifting Novels & Stories

The corner where we went in different directions, which had held so many moments over the past months that it had started to feel less like an intersection and more like a room. "How do you do it?" he said. "The — the shape changing. You've had to do that more than once. How do you figure out what the new shape is?" I looked at him. At the gray eyes and the honest face and the tiredness in them that I recognized because I had put it there once and because life had added to it since. "You stop trying to see the whole shape," I said. "You just find the next thing that's true. And then the next one after that." I paused. "The shape comes later. You don't see it until you're already standing in

He was dead. I was frozen, rooted to the spot. Unable to move. All I could do was stare. My mind was spinning with a thousand questions about how this was possible. Cosmas was different. “You may have read all about Adonis but you forgot the last but vital part.” He said. I held Derrick's bloody hand as he struggled to keep himself conscious. Right before me, a subtle shimmer envelopes his form, like ripples on a pond. His features blur and twist, morphing into a new configuration. His body elongates and shrinks, bones cracking softly as they realign. Skin shifts hues, hair changes texture, and his entire being seems to reshape itself. With a final ripple, the transformation completes, reve

With a steadying breath, Aqua placed her hands over her heart and concentrated, allowing her thoughts to drift like leaves carried on the wind. “Mom… Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling yet resolute. “If you can hear me, please, I need you.” A tingling sensation enveloped her as the air thickened with energy, crackling around her like static electricity. The room dimmed, shadows shifting as if responding to her call. In that moment, she felt a pull—a gravitational force drawing her inward, deeper into the essence of the universe. “Let me hear you,” she urged, pouring her heart into her words. “I’m ready.”

The moment I was about to ask her, she suddenly lifted me like how she does to her dogs and was stiffened when she rubs her face on my fur while smacking me with kisses! ["Dan! S-Stop—"] "You're so adorably cute~! Please stay like this forever!" I'm pushing her face away with my tiny paws. ["It's still me! You'll regret this!"] I remember that every time I shift forms, my body changes in shape like clay until the desired form is transmuted. Whatever I wear in my human remains even after the shift. When I shift into a human again, I end up sitting on Dandeline's thighs while she's still holding me on my waist.

"Nothing—I can't swim. I can't…." He sensed her confusion, and Stralath wondered for the hundredth time—did they have the wrong target? From what the NIRL knew, the fisheri species were masters at camouflage and took shapeshifting to another level. Capable of disappearing into complex terrain or taking on the form of any species in the universe meant that Stralath was at a disadvantage. His kind—the Nukharang—had excellent shapeshifting abilities, which took years of training and needed technological assistance. An implanted device in his shoulder allowed for shape adaption—his current human form.

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?”

I might be naive, but I knew how to read people! He groaned more, and suddenly he shifted to his form. His body becomes bigger in the shape of a lion, then his head formed in a shape of an eagle with three eyes. Some black wind surrounded him, and the earth shook as he roared. Trees broke, birds flew away, then the borderline glitched. Something that scared me.

The way all the people were shocked when I told them about 'them' it became clearly obvious that something had conspired between the two races. "Not much," she drawled. "Only that they shape shift, but not like you either." Her words confused me and a frown took over my expressions. "Hold on that look, I am coming there." She said with attitude annoying me in return. "I meant to say, they don't fully shift into something else like you do in your animal. Just specific parts of their bodies transform, I guess. I have never seen any of them. Not even queen Sylva has."

he said before she scoffed. “And what is so special about them?” she asked before Caleb reached out to caress her cheek. “They can shift at will and while the humans are afraid of them, they wanted to be friends with them and maybe fall in love. The humans made a pact that at the end of every month, a festival was thrown to honor their friendship. It has been a tradition that whoever they saw or brought to the festival was something special to them,” Caleb said as he locked his golden eyes on Marina. She sucked on a breath.

Consequently, most monsters assumed human form. However, there were two categories among them. The first merely took on a human appearance, requiring energy to maintain. The majority fell into this category, while the second involved a complete transformation into a human. This "shape shifting" occurred upon reaching significant strength, akin to a silkworm emerging from its pupa. It symbolized a rebirth for the monsters. Despite the pain endured during the process, the completed transformation brought substantial benefits. Given the human body's perfection for training, monsters found it efficient to undergo this transformation for their training endeavors.