Shapeshifting Pokemon Novels & Stories

“Breathe, Akiro, breathe.” Akiro flushed in embarrassment as he realised he had just rambled towards Terrence, but the guy was just looking at him in amusement. “Sorry, I just got really, really curious,” he said. “Again, it’s alright,” the shapeshifter said, brushing off his apology. “And to simply answer your questions: we can only change if it’s a living being we’re shifting to. No need to touch or chant something. Just as long as we know what they looked like. Though we can miss a few details because it wasn’t like we could look at someone else’s whole features. Just the surface.”

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 ultimate size-changing Ability. [Constant Growth: Level 1] Grants the user the ability to constantly grow grotesquely as its mass expands through the use of saved up excess mass from absorbing flesh from the prey, growing bigger and stronger, and gaining an upper hand in battle. Grants the user the ability to mutate its form to any shape and size, although it cannot remain with a shape that is not its base form or the chosen humanoid appearance. Previously registered shapes and appearances from assimilated flesh from corpses can be used to partially shapeshift into their body parts.

"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.

His chest trembled with the precarious lift of hope. “Danny, I want to explain a few things. They’re important.” Mahisar’s voice smoothed into instructor and oracle. “You are a shape-shifter. What sets you apart is this: when you phase into an animal, it becomes wholly you. You never depart from it. It is not a separate spirit, as it is with were-beings. Were-beings must share the spirit of the animal they inhabit. That duality can make them weak. You are not weak.”

He didn't get the joke, but she seemed to think something was funny. "Oh my!" She said with a clap of her hands, which brought everyone's attention back to her again in strength. "Let's save some time, almost every predator has a shifter form. Some non-predator animals also exist, and there's also mimics that can change their form at will. That I'm giving away for free, remember my kindness."

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

Shapeshifters. I think I've read some things about it from folklore. Like what its name suggests, they are creatures that can change forms, like how humans can shift to animals with supernatural attributes, like how monsters can take the form of humans they prey on. The most popular shapeshifters in books, I believe, are humans turning to wolves—not ordinary wolves, but usually giant wolves with extraordinary strength and have out of the world abilities. "What kind of shapeshifters are you?" "I don't think you need to know that part. What's important is, now you know that those two you see as victims are not innocent at all."

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.

Then Aries raised his voice for all to hear: “By blood and by flame, by moonlight and power, we call on the sacred bond. Let the children of the crown meet the spirits chosen for them. Let the shift come forth.” A low hum rose in the air. Power pulsed through the earth. The first crack of bone snapped like thunder. Phoenix dropped to his knees, gasping, hands clenched into fists as the shift began. Lucian followed seconds later, a sound of pain torn from his throat. Their friends stood near the edge of the circle—Ruby, Tyler, Alex, baby Aurora, Gabby, and Seris—watching with wide eyes, hands over hearts, barely breathing. Flame and light erupted around Phoenix’s form, gold licking across his