Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

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.

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"Other than you have issues we aren't licensed to manage?" Paoli rolled his eyes. “We learned you can shift very rapidly if you think there's a need,” he pointed out. “Great. So, she can only help if I'm losing a battle?” William asked sardonically. “Of course not." Paoli said, waving a dismissive hand. "Don't be ridiculous. Her problem is just lack of experience. She's not comfortable in her other shape yet.” “That's true,” Emily said thoughtfully. “Plus,” Paoli went on. “This time you got to fly. You'll have to take me for a ride one of these days.” He added the last distractedly, as though he were already imagining flying around on the back of giant winged wolf.

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?"

"I was misguided, driven by my fall. But I have learned that the true enemy is not your kind, nor the vampires. It is those who seek to exploit our divisions for their own gain." Before Marinetta could respond, a commotion erupted below. She looked down to see a figure shifting forms, moving through the crowd with ease. It was Morpheus, the ancient shapeshifter, spreading chaos and confusion among their ranks. "Morpheus!" she shouted, leaping from the balcony. She landed gracefully and confronted the shapeshifter. "Stop this madness!" Morpheus smirked, his form flickering between different faces. "Madness? No, Marietta, this is

she finishes. “Daniel, here might have the real Daniel hidden somewhere, who is giving him information. Maybe while on Daniel’s mission. We also discovered that shapeshifters could only take the shape of a person but they will not have their powers or memories. You can test this Daniel by making him bring out his fox spirit,” my father suggests to Lady Kira.

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

“Breathe, Akiro, breathe.” Akiro flushed in embarrassment as he realised he had just rambled towards Terrence, but the guy was just looking at him in amusement. “Sorry, I just got really, really curious,” he said. “Again, it’s alright,” the shapeshifter said, brushing off his apology. “And to simply answer your questions: we can only change if it’s a living being we’re shifting to. No need to touch or chant something. Just as long as we know what they looked like. Though we can miss a few details because it wasn’t like we could look at someone else’s whole features. Just the surface.”

******* The shapeshifters roar in happiness as they were able to establish a frequency connection, and a voice sounded from the TV. A voice emanated from the screen, an eerie silence fell over the hall. The shapeshifters, initially filled with anticipation, now wore expressions of surprise and confusion. It was evident that the voice they heard did not belong to Drake Canostus, the powerful shapeshifter they had sought to connect with. Instead, it was an unexpected encounter, a twist in their meticulously planned scheme.