Shapeshifters Books Novels & Stories

by the end of the day they would know what I was. They all wore black suits, each one smart and clean, How you do is known about the dragon kings, most powerful shifters in the city. you are either loyal to them, or you were dead. they tended not to give people second chances, don't break the rules and you'll be fine. only I have broken them all, I kept myself hidden, off the radar, breaking the highest rule. all supernaturals must be vetted, they had to go before the dragon kings, Asking for entrance into the city. Only, I didn't do this, to them I don't exist, to them I'm dangerous. could they tell I wasn't a normal person, could they tell I was a super too?

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.

As soon as they saw that the stores were closing, Candy used her locator gadget once more, and this time it was pointing out of town. “He or she must have left for the day, so let’s follow and see where they lead us,” said Candy. “Incidentally Candy, why is a shape-shifter considered a monster?” “For a shape-shifter to take on another form, they have to kill the original and absorb them into their being. So, every time they use a different person or animal, that person or animal is no more,” replied Candy. “Wow, to think I’ve been surrounded by this type of thing all of my life and had no idea,” said Dale.

The sounds of laughter and chatter from my tribe floated in the air, wrapping around me like a shared blanket. With a defiance that came naturally from years of shapeshifting unapologetically, I let the transition take over me, shedding my bear form for my human body. I emerged completely naked into the welcoming warmth, unfazed by the knowing glances of those who saw. Shapeshifters are used to the bare truth of existence—clothes are just a convenience rather than a necessity. To the children of the tribe, we often taught that shifting was a natural act, an experience to be embraced rather than one to hide in shame. However, we tried to shield their innocent eyes from unnecessary exposure to

I shouted. "Yeah, I did good." She wiggled her hips, after that giving me a high-five. "What kind of book is it?" I grimoire,” my lips tugged downward. Her brown eyes were framed with white. "A grimoire, as in what witches use?" I nodded slowly. "Yeah." "Oh, my God. Shifters are real. Witches are real. That means...aliens are, too. Ah!" Her scream set my nerves on fire, and I growled, grappling her around the shoulders. "Get yourself together, Miss Vargas."

“I reached out to her through the bond, and I know she will keep the secret. The question I have for you Gabe, is, would it be wise if Kellie spoke to Alana? You know, to get her own words about how she is adapting to life with an alien?” “Yeah, that could be a great idea. I will need to ask Alana.” “Oh, and one more thing. She has no idea about us being dragon shapeshifters. So, until I open up about that, I would need Alana to keep that part hush, hush.” “Yeah, of course. I will talk to her and let you know tomorrow.” “Sounds good. Thanks. So how are things with the rest of you?” I felt relief about Kellie having someone to talk to. I will wait for the okay from Gabe before I approach Kell

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 admit, it does have a nice feel to it." She looked at the gold stitching on the cover of the book. /The love of a phoenix... Interesting title./ She opened it up and read the book. The humans of this world were shapeshifters. They could change into various different kinds of animals, including mystical beings. Over the years, people segregated themselves and lived in places that matched what they changed into. People who changed into creatures, that could live on land and in water, lived in coastal villages. People who changed into forest creatures lived in forested areas. People who changed into animals that can survive harsh territories lived around the mountains or the desert. The peop

Most expressed their displeasure about being in one class with shapeshifters, whom they considered low-born and slaves. The shifters disregarded them since it was an expected reaction. They positioned themselves before the ice table and prepared their hands to show everyone what they were capable of. Professor Prife finally gave them two grimoires, but it was brown-colored. “You are shifters. There might be a slight change in your incantations. You may now start.” The book floated above the white magic circle beside them, and the blank pages flipped. Malaika was confident she could show her skills since she was quite familiar with the basics. However, there were a lot of variations on the ma

The title was simple. The Shadow Races. She sank into one of the leather chairs by the window and began to read. Vampires. Werewolves. Shifters. The pages laid them all out with a stark clarity that erased any doubt, these weren’t mere stories whispered in shadows or legends spun to frighten children. The book presented them as integral threads woven into the fabric of the natural order. Detailed histories unfolded beneath her fingertips, chronicling centuries of conflict and fragile truces, ancient wars that reshaped territories, alliances forged in desperation, and betrayals that still echoed in the present day.