Shapeshifting Books Novels & Stories

It was the only time my mind felt free of the burdens. I curled up on the couch, feeling warm and content with my precious book in my hand. Reading a book was the only kind of escapism I had since I couldn't shift and go for a run in the woods. I've never tried to do it after my wolf went away. To be honest I'm scared to try. If I cannot shift, I'm sure I will lose my mind so I try not to think about it and make myself believe that I can shift. It might be a lie but it keeps me sane.

Now parked, she says, "There's a small hill at the bottom we must walk across. Our destination is just past the hill." By the lake, there's a lone tree. Dawn pulls a blanket from its bark and says, "Sit." Now seated side by side, she hands me another book. This book is the size of a larger cell phone and thin. Gazing into the water, she says, "I know tonight was strange, but you're at the beginning. The newest person to join is Danica, and she's been with us for five and a half years. Our stunning werewolf doesn't mean any harm. Their arrogance and beauty captivate and enchant us. Anyway, this book is filled with different guides to invoke. All twelve women can shapeshift into something else

She willed for her wolf to take control, to change her skin into fur, to change the structure of her bones. Indianna groaned and fell to her knees, her bones cracking and twisting into their new shape. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth. It was painful. It was going to be after not shifting for so long. She clenched her hands into fists and took a deep breath. She could feel sweat forming on her forehead.

It’s nearly like… Like they’re holding up for something. And I’ve got a beautiful great figure as to what. I impel myself as distant as I can some time recently my wings at last donate out, landing in a load on the woodland floor. It’s a minute some time recently I realize I can withdraw them, with a small concentration; they crease in and disappear into my back as effortlessly as if they were never there at all. So this is what it’s like to shapeshift, I think, for the most part fair to ease my claim developing fear. It doesn’t work.

It was as if a part of me was fading, dissolving bit by bit. Still, avoiding shifting wasn’t an option. If I refused to change, both my mind and body would continue to break down, deteriorating faster than before. Lilith had warned me long ago, before she lost herself completely, that shifting was one of the few defenses against the cruel effects of the bond. It was a way to hold onto the pieces of myself that mattered, to stave off the slow unraveling. Despite my hatred for it, shifting remained the fragile thread keeping me from falling apart entirely.

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

In the end, they moved into Bianca's parents' rented two-bedroom. Seven people squeezed inside with barely room for luggage. Bianca and Lila started fighting almost immediately. Lila called Bianca useless; Bianca called Lila a freeloader. When Helen's migraines flared, Bianca's mother told her to wait at a public clinic. Without my doctors, Gregory's blood pressure sent him to the emergency room. Without my tuition payments, Lila was removed from private school. Ethan's company fired him too. Customs work runs on trust. No one wanted client accounts handled by a man whose wedding funding had been pulled at the altar while he owed his ex-fiancee a mountain of debt.

Volumes slid free on their own, scrolls unrolled in midair, ladders glided across rails, and stacks of books floated from distant corners toward me like determined birds. I sat upright in alarm. “Sol.” “I see it.” The books circled my chair once. Then descended. They landed around me in perfect piles. Motherhood. Pregnancy. Children. Infants. Training. So many titles that my eyes could barely keep pace. How to Train Your Pup Shifting Baby in the Womb and How to Overcome It Recognizing Your Child Across Forms Changes in Your Form and How to Stop a Change The First Shift: Survival Guide for Parents

, Hollywood had nothing on real life. Her stomach roiled at the sight. The shifter’s flesh trembled and took on the consistency of what looked like lumpy pudding as it bubbled, rippled, and moved to refit the shifter into a human shape. Muscles tensed and pushed against the liquid-looking skin. So much so that she could see when they snapped from its bones. Bones that snapped and jutted out in odd angles before they slid back into place with a grotesquely squashed sound.

My heart pounds in my chest as I strain to listen, my eyes scanning the shadows for movement. And then, from between the trees, a figure steps out—its shape shifting and twisting as if it can’t decide what it wants to be. One moment, it’s a wolf, then a bird, then something entirely else. Its eyes, glowing with an eerie light, lock onto mine. A shapeshifter.