Shapeshifting Encanto Novels & Stories

“My mother worked with a countess once who had a shapeshifting incubus.” “So they can shapeshift into a physical body?” said Elaine. “Her incubus could only turn into a raven. And demons are the real primary shapeshifters. So, who am I to jump to a conclusion?” Madame looked at me like a sane human until she almost rammed into me at an abnormal speed. I peeked through my tightly shut eyes to see the outcome of it and found her at a small distance from me. Her stature was so tiny that she was barely up to my shoulder. I was of average height myself.

I picked up. She nodded. “I didn’t know about the shapeshifting until then. I caught him before he could put on his face, and he shared with me what he’d tried to do before. He told me that he’d make his own species of shapeshifters, and that they would be our army in taking over the Lycan kingdom. I’m not proud of myself because I gave in at that time. Like I said, I was pissed, and more so because my parents and Aragon had shut me out completely. I agreed with Eligor’s plan, except the spell backfired once more. He made me what he was, but there were added side-effects because I was a Lycan. He turned me into a beast with many faces.”

As he stared into the mirror, he realized that his greatest strength was not just his knowledge, but his unwavering determination to protect his friends and The Enchanted Realm. Elysia: The elemental shapeshifter, often guided by her instincts, encountered a spectral wolf that mirrored her wild and untamed spirit. In a moment of deep connection, she communicated with the wolf, recognizing that her instincts were a source of strength. She learned to trust her intuition even more and found a newfound harmony with the natural wor

He warned again as he stepped into the restroom, a little feet away from us. His menacing voice is enough to scare anyone because of the aura it carried but Enrique wasn't fazed, rather, he didn't want to seem fazed for reasons best known to him. "You mean her??" He smirked and tightened his hold on my wrist, pushing his sharp finger into my skin. My face squeezed as the pain took over. I watched how Marcus’ eyes glimmer in the restroom's dim light, the silver was slowly taking over the green in them which means that... my eyes widened in realization; his wolf, Ragnar was taking over... it's going to be a bloodbath!

He called my name, but it sounded more like the devil's whisper. So he was prepared all along. To protect Summer, he was always ready to threaten me with the one thing I truly cared about. That cemetery was the only thing I had left in this world. I couldn't bear to watch my mother's soul scatter. I swallowed the blood in my throat and pushed him away, then knelt in front of Summer. "Summer, my mother and I have done you wrong. I. AM. SORRY!" I looked up at Summer's triumphant face, then at Cade.

My stride is longer and I catch her a few feet from the back steps, taking her down to the sand. "I guess you win," she says with a grin. "I always win." "It's that king stuff that fills your head and makes you impossible to be around." "Shift, Marinah." She closes her eyes and her body mutates. I lift a human Marinah into my arms and carry her inside. "What about you?" she asks when we enter the bedroom. I shift with her in my arms. "Whoa," she says and places her hands around my neck as my size decreases, throwing her off balance.

“Deal.” I move to Fanella, hugging her close. It’s always been interesting to me that once a sprite is mated, they can take the form of their mate. While sprites look like a fairy that glows with a light from inside, they are only about a foot to a foot and a half tall. However, once they mate with wolves, most choose to take a human form. They become shifters like us, able to shift into a human form that is around five feet tall or back into their spritely form as they choose. “Oh, it’s so good to see you Lady Princess Lily. Me and my girls were so excited when we heard you would be here.” Fanella says to me.

“I used to have a hard time believing those stories my grandfather used to tell about my grandmother. She immigrated to Louisiana from Colombia. Grandpa loved talking about the day he met my grandmother. He’d been setting traps for animals, and swore he saw a lynx walk into one. When he went to check it, he found a very naked, very angry, very pretty, Colombuian woman swearing at him in rapid Spanish. Grandma would just smack him upside the head, and call him, ‘idiota negro.’” “Mom,” I started, “are you saying your grandmother was a shapeshifter?” She nodded. “Of course. Family legend says that if we wanted to, we probably could as well, but without the dangers of the jungle or bayau, we hav

Xena’s voice grows eerie as I watch the darkness rise inside of her as I take another step back from her. Carla laughs manically as Xena stands in front of her and I raise an eyebrow at her. Turning my head, I look at the others, who all look at her in shock and confusion. I turn to Inca and she looks like she will faint at the severity of what has happened. “I swear to you, Gaia, I didn’t know.” I know she didn’t. This witch, like Morgana, can shapeshift. So I can’t blame Inca for employing her.