Shapeshifter Animal Novels & Stories

"Whether we've done it by your cultural traditions or not, we are mated." "For life," Chaob added. Why did they say that so seriously? She frowned. "Is this because of the whole potion thing? Which, by the way, really freakn' hurt." "It was necessary to make you like us." "Like you how?" A part of her already sensed the answer, but needed to hear it. "You are now a shape-shifter ? a jaguar, more specifically." "A jaguar." She snorted. "That's nuts. People can't change into cats."

He did not chain me. He did not restrict where I could go. That day, as usual, Fenrir left to hunt. The moment he was gone, I slipped out and headed for the fox clan’s territory. Kael, the fox shifter, looked stunned when he saw me appear at his door. “Human? What are you doing here? Didn’t Fenrir take you?” I pretended to trip and fell straight into his arms. Kael’s heartbeat instantly quickened. The tips of his ears turned red, and he did not dare meet my eyes.

The sound startled him; he couldn’t remember laughing aloud. "Very funny, Zendedari. I’m so glad you find this amusing. Those people actually formed themselves out of fog, like something in a movie." She gave a punch to his arm for emphasis. "Explain it." "Shape-shifting is easy once you are strong. When I said we run with the wolf, I meant it literally. We run with the pack. We can fly with the owl and become the air." He pushed back the wet hair framing her face. "Why is it you are not cold?"

We are not like them. Shifters are born with their own spirit animal, linked to not only lineage but the individual’s personality. There are so many of us; feline, canine, reptile, rodent, and more. Some are stronger than others, but we’re all a part of our own community. Our own kingdom. All except a few. “So,” I say, spearing a piece of asparagus, “how is the war? There’s going to be a ceasefire?” I say it as casually as I possibly can.

There, standing before me, was a perfect replica of myself. It wore my face, my clothes. Its posture was identical to mine. The cold, calculating look in its eyes mirrored my own. A shapeshifter. My jaw tightened. I hadn’t expected this. Shape-shifter wasn't allowed to be in human world because of their ability to change into anything. How did it be here? The creature grinned, its lips curling into an unsettling smile. It stepped toward me, its movements too fluid, too calculated. “You’re different,” it said, its voice eerily familiar. “Stronger than the others.”

I really don't know where he's going with this. "Are you talking about shapeshifters? I read somewhere about Native Americans being able to shape-shift." He smiles slightly. "Yes, that's sort of what I'm talking about. There are people who can shift from human to animal. I'm one of those people. I can change from human to animal." Interesting. I must still be unconscious because I swear he just told me he can change from a human to an animal. If I'm dreaming, I guess I'll go along with it.

Reaching to my own mug, I took a sip and was surprise when chocolate melted into my mouth. “So I suppose you have questions. Well, we're here to answer them. Shoot away.” Everyone seemed to lean in closer to see what I was going to say. “Well, um, what can you guys do, what do you guys do, what's happening to my best friend... should I continue?” I tried to sound polite, but it came out a little bitter. Stephan stared at me at first, then glanced at Nathan and took a deep breath. “Well, we are Shape Shifters. You guys probably know us as Werewolves, but we prefer the term Shape Shifters. That's because there are certain packs that can change into different animal. We can shift anytime, but i

“They’re just rare. But that doesn't mean they don't exist.” The words sank into me like cold water. A shape shifter. They were another creature werewolves hated most aside from witches. I remembered reading about them in a book in the pack's old library. They were devious creatures that could deceive with their ability to become anyone or anything. They were considered dangerous because of that, because they could start chaos by pretending to be someone else. Just like when she'd turned into the exact copy of me, it'd take people who knew me too well to tell us apart.

Right in front of me. And this is why we kept our gifts secret. He was a true shapeshifter. Meaning he could shift into his wolf - yes - but he could also shift to other animals. Normally — at least from the stories — I didn’t know if he could turn into any and everything. But as I was standing there dumbfounded .. he shifted again. This time he turned into a huge hyena. He was taking wolves out left and right. They were probably in shock- just like me.

Damon is barely able to complete his sentence when a very loud growl emanates from nowhere, and before long, a bizarre-looking creature with a similar resemblance to that of a tiger stands before both of us, grunting and snarling at us with a ferocious intensity. I feel as though life is about to drain away from my body when I behold the size of this magnificent-looking beast in front of us. "What the fuck?" There is nothing anyone is going to tell me to turn my mind away from this. This is not just an ordinary tiger. This is a fucking shapeshifter, and its form is a tiger, one of the most beautiful, frightening shapeshifting forms in the entire supernatural universe. Damon and I continue to