Shapeshifters Books Novels & Stories

“Are you insane? You can’t do that! People saw you!” Kai frowned. “You were sad. I come to help.” “That’s not—You can't just...!” Logan threw up his hands, speechless. Kai looked down, then back up with a small, sheepish smile. “Still sad?” Logan stared at him for a long moment. Then sighed. “A little less.” --- Later that night, back at the apartment, Logan sat at his laptop. He stared at the blinking cursor in the search bar. Then, slowly, he typed: > Cases of dog's who turned into a man overnight.<

She lays it on the floor in the middle of our huddle and flicks through the brittle, browning pages. Inside, there are illustrations of creatures. I quickly see Lycans and Werewolves and Humans, as well as Witches and Wizards. But then she stops and shows us a whole picture on a page. It’s the picture of some kind of humanoid form, melting and dripping on the floor. White dead eyes. Shadow surrounding it. Gammie looks at us with a grim expression. “The thing that we are up against is the most dangerous of all. The Shape Shifter.”

"Now, are you hungry? I wanted to show you something if you're up for a walk around my territory." She raises an eyebrow and chews on her bottom lip. It's clear she still doesn't trust me, and I can't blame her for that. Whatever she's been through, I think some things have been traumatic for her, and I have a feeling it's related to the men in her life. My mother taught me quite a bit about cat shifters since she's one of them herself. Unlike wolves, cats are more wary of the people around them, so it's better to approach every subject as carefully as possible.

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

I say. “So naturally, they got enemies pretty fast. Those who wanted the Goddess, not only for her beauty but her powers. Over the years… They started to get attacked often until their numbers grew low. By then regular shapeshifters on four legs were very common and had merged into the souls of most large creatures that existed under the moon,” Parker says. I can’t even remember how many times I’d read this book. It literally has everything you would want. Fighting, drama, love. You laugh, you cry. You get … motivated to bust some skulls.

“Let’s begin with the different kinds of packs,” I suggested. “I think it is better if I tell you the history on how these Shapeshifters came to find their abode in Moonburn, Washington first.” I nodded my head and noticed Hades trying to lick my hand. We passed to a place I had only seen today in my life: a sea of red grass swaying to every movement of the wind. The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field.

Carl started, but Carly reached up and tapped his cheek with her small little hand. “We can’t go back, daddy. They are already there.” We all looked down at Carly, and her eyes were clouded over again. “They are right. He is coming for us. He thinks you were hiding a pregnant mate. And he is desperate to get his hands on a child of the shaman. Little does he know she is already here. The first child of the nine hundred-year-old shaman. A foot unlike any has seen of before.” She turned to me, her eyes still white. “Three spirited shifter, you will be in danger soon. Follow the path your father has set out for you, but stay smart with your choices. Otherwise, all will be lost. The shaman child

Behind us, the clearing that had been our home for so long fell into a deep, lonely silence. Ahead of us, the shadows thickened. Beyond the hills and the places marked on any map, the center the Architects had built was no longer just waiting. It was responding. Deep within that ancient alignment, where law and instinct had once been forged into chains, something ancient shifted. It sensed that the creatures it had shaped were finally coming home. But we weren't returning as subjects. We were a question the Architects had never learned how to answer.

Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies. A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention. "What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky. "Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them." The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try. It was practiced, the movement

"Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies." She stared at the image drawn on the page, stunned when the paper seemed to shimmer and that of Mike Volka replaced the anonymous face. What on earth? She jerked so hard she nearly dropped the book and Mischief dug in her back claws to keep from falling off her lap. Jamie shifted the book on her lap, resettled Mischief and took a sip of her drink. Maybe she should be drinking wine while reading this, just to settle her nerves. Because the more she read, the more th