Shape Shifting Novels & Stories

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

God knew how much she was hurt. What had I done? But, the next moment, Vitoria turned into her energy form. When she came back to her physical form, there wasn’t even a scar on her body. My jaws hit the ground as I watched this transformation. “I am alright, Alex. There is no need to worry. When Golden Shifters are hurt in their physical forms, they can change to their energy forms. Since energy forms don’t have a physical form, all the injuries heal on their own.”

4) What is shifting (shape-shifting)? Shifting is the process of changing from one form to another. In my book, babies could be born as a human or a wolf. The birth form would have more dominance over the other and the first shift will occur at the age of three, which might take hours to transform, as their bones will break and rearrange themselves to transform their form. As time passes, the shifting would occur in milliseconds with the practice and will be less painful. The werewolf can shift whenever they want. 5) What is mean by the mate?

she whispered. I opened my mouth and closed it several times, trying to figure out an excuse. “It's alright, you're just lucky Stephan was too fired up to notice. Be careful about that, alright?” Hyene smiled at me and stood up to leave when I grabbed her arm. “Wait, I need to ask you something.” She sat back down on the bed and nodded. “Can Shape Shifters tell where somebody is? Like, detect their movements?” Hyene looked at me, confused. “Well, we can trace their scent.”

I asked again. “Its skin began to peel off after hours of covering its eyes” he explained. As in the tales of old, Shapeshifting entities need to look at the faces of their supposed target to capture their looks and feelings just to imitate them. “Afterwards, we were able to force it to speak, it talked of Enzo’s fail safe plan. It included taking me out of context and proceeding with commands from the inside” he said, I stared at him as though I couldn’t understand.

Curiosity filled her. Elora tried to playback her memory last night. Amid the fight, she felt a burst of adrenaline and strength take control of her body. From Elora’s experience, she knows that the memory loss of an incident that happened to her can happen whenever she shape-shifted against her will, and when she can’t control her emotion. So last night Elora was shape-shifted. She just didn’t know what happened while she transformed. Elora moved to the side of Caspian’s bed and it immediately drew her attention. The long seam on Caspian’s right arm.

"Who sent them, what do they want, why her?" "It's not 'they' it's 'who'," Julian replied and looked at their faces, all of them. "Audrey, she's a shape shifter," he revealed softly. Silence echoed through the room and once again, their eyes were stuck at him, so curious they were, and even lost on an edge of truth and false. "Another supernatural?" Abel asked. "Shape shifter are rare, very rare," Daniel took the explanation. "They take form of any animal they wish, and they can also increase it's size what they want to make them stronger or possess more qualities of the animal form they take."

Vale nodded once, as if confirming a measurement. “Then we can proceed.” Proceed. The word implied direction. Momentum. No return. “This phase is different,” Vale said. “You will no longer be instructed first.” The air thickened. “You will be shaped,” he continued. “Whether you consent or not.” The word consent landed sharply. It did not belong here. It was too intimate. Too human. “But shaping can be resisted,” Vale added. “Or it can be refined.” Elias’s pulse quickened. He forced his breathing steady.

Maya I'm sitting in front of Finn while trying hard to concentrate. A lot of time has passed since we set up camp for the night, and after hours, I'm still trying to shape-shift back into a human. Finn is whispering encouragingly. "You can do it, Maya." I take another deep breath and resist the urge to scream when my body breaks bones and forms new ones. Shape-shifting is painful, and when I'm done, I tumble forward. Finn shoves his hand underneath me and catches me in his cupped palm. The landing is soft, and a row of flutters flies through me when I stare at his bent fingers, along with blooming insecurity.

“Stronger than the others.” I didn’t react, my gaze never leaving its face. I knew what it was. I knew what it could do. And that was why I wasn’t going to allow it any closer. “You should have chosen a different form,” I said, my voice low, cold. “That one’s not going to work.” The shapeshifter smirked. “I thought you might say that.” It lunged at me, faster than I could react, its hands shifting into claws. I sidestepped, but it anticipated my move, changing shape in an instant.