Shape Shifting Novels & Stories

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

I need to come out of this shell that is my body. ''Fuck'' I mutter to myself with heavy breaths. If I don't shift, I will be intolerable for the rest of the day. I put on my shirt ignoring all the sweat and make a run for the woods. That is the one close to my home, it is the only one I would feel safe running around in my bare form. Shifting is a process; it is not the easiest one but it gives me a bittersweet pleasure. I feel it before I even see my body change. My bones crackle up from within, they bend and shift to the shape I will soon take. The pain is strong but it is also exciting. My skin opens and the hairs spring out. This takes a couple of minutes and then I am on all fours and

Thankfully, I was fortunate. “Who told you that shape-shifting is as laidback as how you perceive it?” Phyllis asked. I took a step back and watched her stoop to pick two twigs; she used a twig to pull two horizontal lines as she spoke, “Shape shifting is really agonizing. Before you learn to transform, you should make sure you have sufficient power to bear the turmoil it brings to you later on.” She stands straight, “Unless I see that you are ready, I would not allow you to transform. So you have no choice but to use the sword to defend yourself, as I would not be there to do that all the time.”

“I don’t even know what that is.” “Are you familiar with folklore, myths about the things that go bump in the night. Like vampires, witches, and yes, shape shifters.” “I watched movies growing up, did a little reading, sure…” “See, you’re not completely in the dark.” He smiled as if he were making progress. I was sure to not show any facial expressions. “I thought shapeshifters turned into like animals or something.” He gave a nod. “They do. Normally.” I didn’t like the way that he was looking at me when he said that. “Normally?” What does that mean? I needed him to elaborate.

The shape shifter said as he tried to force his way into the barrier but it shocked him and he smirked. I watched as he transformed to something bigger, a tar looking beast in the form of a monster from Scooby doo monster Inc. movie. I struggled to keep the barrier up because I had to protect Sky. I wasn’t experienced in battle but I wasn’t going to let him take Sky. I breathed softly and bit my hand allowing my blood to spell on the ground as I manipulated the time of the shape shifter to be slower than the real world as I chanted a sealing spell.

EMILY. As I walked into work that day, a lingering unease gnawed at my mind. I couldn't shake off the troubling incident from my last shift, where my wolf form had inexplicably decreased in size. It was a baffling phenomenon that left me perplexed and anxious. Shapeshifting was a fundamental part of who I was, a unique ability that connected me to the primal nature within. But lately, something seemed amiss, and the fear of losing that connection weighed heavily on my heart.

“Please… shape-shift to Anana.” The snake’s forked tongue flickered in the air, and its mouth curved in an evil, knowing smile. “With pleasure.” It slid to the ground, its body twisting and contorting, scales giving way to skin, the fluid motion sickening and mesmerizing at once. Bones realigned, muscle reshaped, until before Aliyah stood “Anana”. The only giveaway was the absence of her real warmth, this figure wore her face but nothing of her spirit. They locked eyes and then, without warning, the fight began.

It was a period of transformation. Was all that loudness mere distractions? If a person wears his heart in his sleeves, then what does he hide beneath that chest? How can the silence be so mean and unforgiving? Does the refusal to speak simply means that there was nothing to be said anymore? In thirty days, a butterfly's life will be complete, coming out of the cocoon as a changed and majestic creature. But humans aren't butterflies and thirty days weren't enough. In thirty days, you're world can turn upside down. You can learn a new way to breathe. You can grow into something you've never imagined to be. You can laugh like you never did before.

Their is no other way to choose the Mates. Rejection :- Rejection doesn't exist in the supernatural world. Once the souls choose each other as mates, it cannot be undo. They remain mates for lifetime. Shape shifters :- supernatural such as beast, werewolf and lycans can do shape shifting. They can change themselves into their animal side as well into their human form. Their animal and human side are the same person. They aren't different from each other. Shifting :- shifting is done at the age of 14 at the full moon night. All the children of the age of 14 visit the Royal place for their first shift. With the blessing from the kings they all start to shift.

A coy smiled played on her lips. "What are you trying to say?" "Oh nothing. Nothing at all". Then she walked out of the room, quickly changing to the form of a cat as she usually did before walking out of the room. Kadja was a well known shape shifter. She could take on the shape and characteristics of any animal she wished. However, she couldn't stay like that for more than seven hours a day so inadvertently, she would have to revert back to her human form.