Shapeshifting Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"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

, 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.

She left followed by which Samuel comes to me looking tensed. “What’s wrong? Are they coming?” He shook his head making me worried thinking what can be something else to have the guts of making him worried. “Then what is it? Stop with the suspense.” I growled. He breathed deeply, “Shapeshifters… They are waiting for the shapeshifters.” And, everything just made sense. “One of the guards informed. He said he heard it when the rogues were discussing it.” I raked my finger through the strands of hair, the shapeshifters are quite dangerous in comparison with the bloodsuckers and the rogues as they can shift into your close one and attack easily. “But…” He continued seeming not sure of what he ha

I flip through chapters on sea serpents and ghost ships before I reach what I'm searching for. "Shapeshifters of the Coastal Forests." My heart is pounding as I read the opening paragraph of the piece. Native American groups in the region, the article continues, have had legends for centuries about humans who could take on wolf form, powerful beings that served as sentinels between the human and spiritual realms. It's the second section that makes my breath catch.

“Yes Lucas, I heard one shapeshifter escaped from Raphael’s pack. He was wandering about our territory. I was a little surprised to hear about it this morning.” The shapeshifters were a mutation. They could transform to any form they desire, but only for an amount of time. They were dangerous because of this, as they used it for evil deeds. Lucas cast his head down. He couldn’t believe Devon had found out about this. He was supposed to report to Devon on the matter, but he was carried away with his mission. “I’m sorry, Alpha Supreme, this is my first time hearing about this,” Lucas admitted. “I saw someone suspicious earlier. Find out who that was and report to me on the shapeshifters case l

Multiples were very common among shapeshifters. I laid in the grass with my new friends until they were done with their laundry, and then followed them to their pack. I decided I couldn’t just come right out and tell my new pack the real story, I would have to blend in, gain their trust first. I felt awful being dishonest but I didn’t think I had a choice. After some time, I would come clean and hopefully by then I would have proven my worth and they would let me stay.

“They’re just rare. But that doesn't mean they don't exist.” The words sank into me like cold water. A shape shifter. They were another creature werewolves hated most aside from witches. I remembered reading about them in a book in the pack's old library. They were devious creatures that could deceive with their ability to become anyone or anything. They were considered dangerous because of that, because they could start chaos by pretending to be someone else. Just like when she'd turned into the exact copy of me, it'd take people who knew me too well to tell us apart.

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.