Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

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.

They were also envious of the ability that the Special Greeks obtained to help keep the bloodlines as pure as they could be. It was the ability to shapeshift. There were several descendants of shifters that had been hiding out in Cyprus since the war between them. Although there were many species of shifters in Cyprus, Alexander the Great mostly focused on the Special Greeks that could change into a wolf. It was most likely because he desired such power for himself but the Moon Goddess was not pleased with his conquests to conquer the world. It was a blessing that Alexander the Great was not given the specialty of the Moon Goddess. If not, the world that the public knew would be conquered an

EMILY. As I walked into work that day, a lingering unease gnawed at my mind. I couldn't shake off the troubling incident from my last shift, where my wolf form had inexplicably decreased in size. It was a baffling phenomenon that left me perplexed and anxious. Shapeshifting was a fundamental part of who I was, a unique ability that connected me to the primal nature within. But lately, something seemed amiss, and the fear of losing that connection weighed heavily on my heart.

These visions served as a testament to the Enchanted Realm's resilience and the enduring spirit of those who had walked its lands. Amidst the visions, the heroes caught fleeting glimpses of the Temporal Shifter—a shadowy figure that moved between the threads of time, distorting and manipulating them. The Temporal Shifter's presence was like a ripple in the fabric of reality, a disruption that threatened to rewrite the realm's history for its own malevolent purposes.

I cannot let my sensitive ego be punctured at a sharp but accurate comment. “Then, you’ll need to learn to bend the shadows until you can shape them around you, using the void as a way to augment your skills as a universal dragon to take on not just other dragon abilities, but their bodies and mannerisms as well. You need to become a true shapeshifter, without losing who you are to the transformation.”

She paused for a moment, and I saw the flicker of color again. She held up her hand and I watched as it shifted into claws. Suddenly though, Skylar was shaking. The look on her face was pained and I furrowed my brow, trying to figure out what was happening. Skylar brought up her other hand and shifted it. Now her entire body was almost convulsing. “Stop, Skylar!” Suddenly, there was a pain racing through my veins. It was white hot, like someone poured molten lava into my blood stream. Gasping, I saw her ears start to take shape on her head.

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.

She plastered her mouth to his and took him by surprise. "You know," she panted between sucks and licks of his lower lip, "I'm beginning to think you're hiding something about your family life, the way you're distracting me. Are you aliens, and I don't mean the illegal immigrant kind, but the from-the-outer-galaxy, flying saucer kind?" "There is nothing odd about my family. And we are not aliens. We're jaguar shape-shifters."

I reminded, raising an eyebrow at him. Faustus Griffith's POV Being a shapeshifter was what made me work as anything I wanted. It is both a gift and a curse, considering the dangers I end up in most of the times. None the less, I listen to my clients' strategies and go along with their task.

A mix of awe and fear of the power enclosed in those frail receptacles of glass sent shivers down my spine. I held up a vial. 'This is the answer. We shall create our own shapeshifters, bound to our will. The process is complex, but our alchemists have perfected the art. The Shadow's Tear will change our chosen warriors into the ability to shift on command.' My voice didn't shake, but inside, I did with the magnitude of what I was proposing.