Shapeshifter Book Series Novels & Stories

Pulling Lila clear of the scientist turned beast, he summoned his coven to close in. Concerned by what she saw but keeping her emotions in check, she joined hands with the others as they simultaneously chanted over and over again, “Cearcall an t-solais, thoir air falbh a ’bhiast.” Jasper’s mind whirled with the horrors of what he might do in his present state. He’d spent every waking moment working on his DNA and hadn’t had time to master control over his shifting. The urge for fresh blood was acute, as was his rage. His eyes rested on Lila as he prayed he wouldn’t hurt her. He was so preoccupied with worry that he was unaware of the fact that he’d shifted back to his human form until he f

I do a french braid on my hair cause today is not the day I deal with my bangs. "You're ready"Mage quietly whispers before going back to his 'meditation'. Mage had told me to be a little careful about the shapeshifters, and even in my childhood days, the shapeshifters were often regarded as literal gods since they were the ones that had a slight chance of defeating the undefeated. Though Mage had reassured me that, it was true that they had gotten close, both of them knew that there is no way of defeating him. The shapeshifters went into hiding after the first war, they had cut off all ties between other creatures and had multiplied among themselves. To think that they were ready to give up

She was starting to relax again, whether she realized it or not. “I understand. Let me start by telling you about shifters.” Rubbing his forehead, Marcus started what he knew would be a make-or-break conversation in their relationship. “When our beloved mother, the Moon Goddess, created shifters, she knew they would always be at odds with their animal side. In many ways, we are as human as anyone you would meet on the street, but we each have an animal side that we can communicate with. This gives us stronger senses, faster reflexes, greater strength, and a different perspective, but it also makes us act on our instincts more readily. The two parts create a single seamless whole.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

I place my hand over my mouth and gasped, “In that dream, your eyes changed. Turned reptilian. What you said now makes sense. You’re an alien.” “I am and more.” He lifts my hand to his lips kissing it. “Remember your red dragon?” I nod. “What if I told you I am a shapeshifter. A red dragon to be exact.” “What?” I whispered. “Do you remember that video of the green dragon?” “Yeah, but it was proven a fake.” “With the help of me and my four brothers. That first video is real, and it is my brother Mitchell. Each of my brothers' dragons is a different color. Mine happens to be red.”

I whispered. “They all ran away,” said the driver. “The witches, mages, vampires, faeries, angels, and the demons. Beowulf was the Shifter King at the time, and he said he wasn’t leaving his home. When Fenrir and his mate took over, they went one step better.” “How?” I asked, my eyes wide. “Shifter City has the strongest wards of any supernatural enclosure.” He tapped the side of his nose. “They’re not just powered by the life force of the most powerful god who ever lived, but with the magic of the Sixth Faction of Hell.”

I responded, throwing the sleeves of my robe over my arm as the pain still crossed my mind. “I am glad that you are fine but I wanted to speak to you about the shapeshifter that tried to kill you” he started. “Shapeshifter? I thought those were far tales” it made no sense, those were creatures I had seen the library have information on like dragons and dwarves, they weren’t meant to be still thriving. “How was it discovered?” I inquired “I mean, how did you know that it was indeed a shapeshifter?” I asked again.

(Everything probably has a but because every race has a butt-I hope…) She just smiled again, looking a tad irritated and continued. “There is the chance you may be a shape shifter.” “A what?” “A shape shifter, you change form.” She said, looking irritated and now showing it. “Sorry is that bad?” “Seeing that the vampires and shifters declared war against each other, it may be the slightest of problems.” “Okay, I realized you used the plural for problem. What else is bad news?” I sounded exasperated. “Well it consists of more…much more training to control and use magic…”

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.