Shapeshifter Fish And Friends Novels & Stories

she said, smiling. May nodded happily agreeing to grandma Terry. Immediately Ryan and Grandpa Terry left, Grandma Terry began showing May the various fish, pointing out their names and characteristics. "This one is a clownfish, and this one is an angelfish," she said, her voice filled with passion and knowledge. "And this big guy over here is a shark. Isn't he beautiful?" May repeated the names, her eyes sparkling with wonder and curiosity. "Clownfish, angelfish, shark," she said, then she pointed to the shark

But it's not the water that has Jason on high alert. There, crouched by the stream's edge, is a figure. Even in the dim pre-dawn light, I can tell it's not human. The creature's form is too lithe, its movements too fluid as it laps at the water. "Another werewolf?" I breathe, barely audible. Jason shakes his head minutely. "No," he mouths silently. "Shapeshifter." He precises. My breath catches in my throat. Shapeshifters are rare and notoriously unpredictable. Some are allies to werewolf packs, while others are fierce rivals. There's no way to know which kind we've stumbled upon.

Thankfully, it is a halter neck which leaves her arms totally clear so I can see her mark. Her marks are black and the design wrapping around her arm is striking, I notice there are slashes through it that look like they might be meant to look like claw marks. Combining that with her golden eyes, it is pretty clear that she is a Shifter. This concerns me a little, as Shifters don't tend to befriend people who aren't also Shifters. In fact, even amongst themselves, Shifters are picky about who they associate with. You would rarely see a feline Shifter befriending a canine, rodent or reptile Shifter for example. I start to feel disheartened when I remind myself of the blue thread which is alre

My stride is longer and I catch her a few feet from the back steps, taking her down to the sand. "I guess you win," she says with a grin. "I always win." "It's that king stuff that fills your head and makes you impossible to be around." "Shift, Marinah." She closes her eyes and her body mutates. I lift a human Marinah into my arms and carry her inside. "What about you?" she asks when we enter the bedroom. I shift with her in my arms. "Whoa," she says and places her hands around my neck as my size decreases, throwing her off balance.

I rolled my eyes as a man came on screen in place of our Lady President. Gerald Brandt was an older gentleman to me. Looked over 30 to me, so that's old. He had dark brown hair that was cut short and piercing green eyes. He went on to explain there were 5 types of shifters. Dragons (which are apparently the rarest), Foxes, Lions, Werewolves, and Bears. I was mesmerized as he spoke. I felt like I was either in one of my dreams or a fantasy book. "SO COOL!" I whisper-yelled. I didn't realize how angry my Dad was until I spoke out loud.

She shouts, her skin darkening with each word. That's when I realised that she was about to shift, that we would see her other form for the first time all because we made her angry, We had taken her to a point where she couldn't control the shift. Where her body was taking over and the other part of her wanted out, the site was breathtaking, her skin being swapped for feathers, each one the colour fire. she was much larger than I would have thought, her red eyes staring back, daring us to make a move against her. but none of did, We simply watched her in awe. Dumb struck by her beauty.

Even wolves would think twice about meeting them in battle. Massive creatures with a temper nobody could control when it first boiled over. There were also cat shifters, sneaky hunters, and excellent spies. Lion shifters, reptile shifters, like snakes! He had also met bird shifters and small spirits; from how he described them, they sounded more like tinge-ling figures than anything else. But apparently, they were greedy and vain creatures. They loved everything shiny, expensive, and glittering. Then he came to dragons, earthlings, and mermaids!

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

I could not get specific details. I remember the color of her eyes, an emerald green, the color of her hair, light brown hair, her face shape was that of Liz's. The rest was long gone from my memory. I missed her. None of us knew what type of shifter Arisa would be, but we attempted to gather as much information as we could on shifters. Shifters can shift into any one animal. They do not entirely lose themselves to the animal. They still can think rationally and change into an animal or back to a human as they please.

one big surprise. The group laughed, and the bottle was spun again, its glassy surface catching the late afternoon sun. The game had already been in full swing, and Cathy couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Still, she was determined to keep her head high. Determined. That was all she had left. The bottle slowed, landing on a dark-haired wolf named Shaun. He was undeniably attractive, with sharp cheekbones and an easy smile that made the other girls giggle. Cathy watched as he chose "truth," prompting Violet to ask him a question. Attractive. But not Magnus. No one was Magnus. "Alright, Shaun," Violet said, leaning forward with a sly grin. "If you could shapeshift into one animal b