Shape Shifting Novels & Stories

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

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.

The doctor also brought out a sheet of paper and handed it over. "We carried out the testing and that was what we found." Valen's forehead creased as he stared at the result, "Shape shifters?" The doctor nodded, "That's our possible guess for now. One thing about shape shifters is that they never have the exact form of the thing they're shape shifting into. It's either less or too much of it. Their claws are going to be longer and deeper than a werewolf's own. The only form that they must be battling with is shaping into a Lycanis." The healer gave the report.

The sounds of laughter and chatter from my tribe floated in the air, wrapping around me like a shared blanket. With a defiance that came naturally from years of shapeshifting unapologetically, I let the transition take over me, shedding my bear form for my human body. I emerged completely naked into the welcoming warmth, unfazed by the knowing glances of those who saw. Shapeshifters are used to the bare truth of existence—clothes are just a convenience rather than a necessity. To the children of the tribe, we often taught that shifting was a natural act, an experience to be embraced rather than one to hide in shame. However, we tried to shield their innocent eyes from unnecessary exposure to

I sipped it cautiously. "Better?" "A little." I wrapped my hands around the warm cup. "Does it ever get easier?" "The sickness? Yes. Usually by the second trimester." She settled into her chair, watching me. "The training? That gets harder. You're building muscle memory now. Later, we'll add shifting into the mix." "I haven't shifted since that first time." "I know. We're letting your body adjust." Nyx's expression turned serious. "But soon, you'll need to learn controlled shifting. Partial transformations. Holding multiple forms. It's the only way to survive."

Athena said. "That's the point. No one is understood. No one knows the reason why anyone shape shifts at a particular time. There are late and early bloomers and for each one of them, there were factors that contributed to their hastening or slowing down. Don't get too worked up over what you think people would say," "I don't," Athena said defensively but Alex laughed. "You are the one who does," "No, I don't, Athena. I only avoid complications." "Of course, you do."

"Can't you check me one more time?" "We've gone over this, Little Sister," I sigh as I place two green fish on the table in front of me. "What you are feeling is your body growing to accommodate your new little ones. Since you are growing 8 babies, your body needs to make a lot of adjustments," I try to explain again. "Being shapeshifters, our bodies are naturally designed to move and stretch, to increase in size or shrink. Eggs, however, cannot change shape once they are fertilized. The more you choose to stay in your human form, the harder it will be to keep this going without pain. You should be in your half-dragon form, or even better, your natural form until you nest.

“I’m exactly where I need to be.” I take a step closer. The core pulses. Faster. Unstable. “You do not understand what I am.” “I don’t need to.” “Then you will fail.” “Maybe.” Another step. Energy builds. Between us. Around us. Inside me. “But I won’t stop.” “You will be consumed.” “Not before I take everything back.” The core flickers. Distorts. And then— it changes. The shape shifts. Expands. Reforms. And suddenly—

It's hard to believe that the rumors are true, but people don't know the half of it. Ambrose is sitting in his usual spot, eating his breakfast absently as I come in. "Morning," I say, taking my seat beside him. He grins at me. "You're feeling better?" "So is your thing," I say gesturing to him. "Is it like a full moon thing? You can only shift under the full moon?" Ambrose laughs and the sound lifts my heart higher. "No. I can shift whenever I choose. The need to shift is stronger with the changes of the moon, but they aren't linked together."

"Is that not better than being a human and growing old? And incase you didn't know. Jet plan to stop shifting after the battle with the councils is over" He scratches the back of his head. "It is more complicated than that. The shape shifters were forced to turn, it was not something they wanted. Although when you are bitten, you do not take the shape you desire, you take the shape of something that reflects your personality, it might be a lioness, Jaguar, fox, and so on. You have met with the shape shifter right? Most of them died, if they cannot handle the pain of transforming, some also died in the process of becoming what they are. It is too much risk because it has a high chance of...."