Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

Carl stated looking at the paintings hanged up on the walls. "Yea. He owned this whole place" Joyce had taken a seat on the couch as she sighed in stress over the event that had occured today. "So Valerie, mind telling us how you met that dude? And please before then, how was he able to transform himself back to another body? Is that not some sort of spell?" Levi had his hands up on his chin, contemplating the whole scenario. "Yea he isn't human neither is he a sorcerer. He is the definition of what I call a shapeshifter. He is able to transform into anything you can possibly think of including a wolf" everyone sat in amazement.

Kai asked him. “That is a Baldander, they are shapeshifters. Their normal bodies are that of an alien. The crazy thing is, they can shape their bodies into any object they desire. They love to trick and joke. They are hugely annoying. Imagine not knowing if who you’re talking to is real or not.” Kai laid the rock down softly. He looked into the water and said. “Sorry Mr. uh… Mrs. uh… Baldander Sir, Mam… I won’t do it again.” He quickly ran over to me and pointed toward the river. “Wasn’t that your idea?” he said to me.

I point to the cat's genitals "That's why lad." “She’s not a cat nor a which…. She is a shapeshifter, and can turn into anything that she had bonded with provided they have bonded to and who had bonded back with her. It's like imprinting” Jackson says. "Can you smell these things?" Markus asks him, looking at him exasperatedly, "No Mark, Shapeshifters don't discriminate against genders!" Picking Tom up I turn to the boys "So does either of you know how we can fix him... Errr, her? Or is she stuck like this forever?" Scratching his beard Jackson Turns and takes a deep breath then looks back at us shaking his head then looks at Ma

Morat bowed, his face showing sincere loyalty. Siron wanted to scream a warning. Don’t trust him! But this was the past. It had already happened. The scenes shifted again, faster now, like fragments of a nightmare. Morat leading Alaric’s armies, waging war against enemies. He fought with gallant bravery, his body moving with speed and strength beyond that of a normal man. In the heat of battle, his body changed, growing larger, skin hardening into scales, claws sprouting from his hands. His true shifter form. He rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through enemies, but always returned to human form once the fighting ceased. Alaric’s forces won because of him.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I can detect the warmness encompassing me, occupying the room with energy and light. The Shifters gaze at the shape, their red eyes drilling into the light with its dimness. Following a second, they all start to enter the shape, boarding maybe they were all in line to enter a voyage and leave on a mystical excursion. Awe overpowers me as every one of the Shifters enters the shape. I can feel it pulling at me, and I let go reluctantly. The shape cruises away, and as it does I can see that it looks like a boat, flying through the sky as though it is the sea. It requires a couple of moments after the boat vanishes for me to acknowledge what I had done.

"Is that not better than being a human and growing old? And incase you didn't know. Jet plan to stop shifting after the battle with the councils is over" He scratches the back of his head. "It is more complicated than that. The shape shifters were forced to turn, it was not something they wanted. Although when you are bitten, you do not take the shape you desire, you take the shape of something that reflects your personality, it might be a lioness, Jaguar, fox, and so on. You have met with the shape shifter right? Most of them died, if they cannot handle the pain of transforming, some also died in the process of becoming what they are. It is too much risk because it has a high chance of...."

“What kind of shapeshifter are we talking about?” “They are human-like creatures that start human, but later learn how to change their form to look like anyone they want. When a shapeshifter takes the shape of the person they choose, they shed their skin, teeth, and nails. When they change into the person’s physical appearance, they access the thoughts of the person they are mimicking.” said Dark. “But mostly, it shows the opposite to those who know what they imitate. If what they imitate is a bad person, they will change it into a good person. ” “Okay, so what do you want us to do?” Kyra asked.

"Nothing—I can't swim. I can't…." He sensed her confusion, and Stralath wondered for the hundredth time—did they have the wrong target? From what the NIRL knew, the fisheri species were masters at camouflage and took shapeshifting to another level. Capable of disappearing into complex terrain or taking on the form of any species in the universe meant that Stralath was at a disadvantage. His kind—the Nukharang—had excellent shapeshifting abilities, which took years of training and needed technological assistance. An implanted device in his shoulder allowed for shape adaption—his current human form.