Shapeshifting Stories Novels & Stories

My mouth was literally opened all through the event. “I thought werewolves were the only shapeshifters,” I leaned to William and whispered. He replied. “As you can see, there are other magical creatures that have mastered the art without being born with it like us.” William and I made our way to our seats, surrounded by other shapeshifters and magical beings. The conference started. “The vampires are here with a presentation on the topic about the problems shapeshifters face,” one of the members of the meeting announced.

This time to make sure that they fulfil their revenge to the end and right now, one has already started its blood crave. The Kingrad stood tall as it stared at its prey. Watching out for their movement so that it could catch them off guard. Oh yes, it couldn't wait to hear the crack of their bones. **********Notes********** The Necklace Glossary: Shifters- People who can shapeshift into animals. That doesn't make them less of a human. Not all shifters have abilities. Some find a way to create their abilities. The royal families are the ones that are always blessed with unique abilities.

"So we aren't blessed? We’re just a bunch of cursed ghosts in human skin?" "The story changed over a thousand years to make it easier to swallow," Sombra says. "The Lycan Shifters became wolf shifters. They built packs and invented traditions to hide the truth of their origin. We are the result of a magical crime, Alanza." The silence that follows is deafening. I feel like my identity is being rewritten in real-time. If we are just a mistake of magic, then none of the rules matter. "But what does any of this have to do with me specifically?" I ask. "Why am I the one hearing this?"

Also, I noticed that our first impression of them were queer foxes immediately we saw them, but as we fought I noticed that some of them were changing into other ferocious animals. I was fighting a fox, and suddenly it became a wolf, but the mistake it made was shifting into a weir-deer, which seemed to have been a mistake on its part. "They are the Navajos!" Joanna shouted, while she was fighting one of the beasts, her breathing quickened. "What do you mean? Who are they?" I called back, as I struck a fox's chest with my claws, while dodging myself from its payback. "They are shape-shifting witches capable of turning into any form of animals, even werewolves!"

“Now they are working together.” The ancient enemy growled weakly. “THE TYRANT BREAKS WHAT ALREADY EXISTS.” “THE SHAPER BUILDS WHAT THE TYRANT WANTS.” Aria’s pulse spiked. “And we’re caught in the middle.” The Shaper suddenly lifted one hand. The air immediately answered. Not violently but rather, obediently. The broken terrain shifted. Realigned. Stone transformed and flowed like liquid into smooth, structured formations. The once jagged battlefield transformed into something eerily symmetrical.

I didn’t pay attention to most of it but the group kept asking them questions. “So we’re not werewolves, just shapeshifters. And there were many tribes of shapeshifters. Oh, and the underwater shifters don’t like us, or something.” “Correct.” “You mentioned trolls, orcs, yetis, and dragons. They’re shifters too, just classified as Legendary shifters since shifting into those creatures is harder, right?” “I thought he called them mythical shifters.” “You both are correct. What the world has classified as mythical beings we call legendary shifters.”

“What kind of shapeshifter are we talking about?” “They are human-like creatures that start human, but later learn how to change their form to look like anyone they want. When a shapeshifter takes the shape of the person they choose, they shed their skin, teeth, and nails. When they change into the person’s physical appearance, they access the thoughts of the person they are mimicking.” said Dark. “But mostly, it shows the opposite to those who know what they imitate. If what they imitate is a bad person, they will change it into a good person. ” “Okay, so what do you want us to do?” Kyra asked.

Also which type of Were/shifter would you like to see join the story? Thanks, Michelle

His body shivered and he shook it off like he had seen a ghost. “The story goes…” Sam began again “…A long time ago a war of the shifters began when the Wolf king of MacTire was power-hungry and wanted to rule over all the lands, believing himself superior to all shifters. His mate was a were-cat and had rejected him, hating the wolves and his tyrannical ways.

old nan sighed. "I don't mean pet wolves nan, wild ones, do they rescue people?" Nan took her eyes away from her yarn and gave her a piercing look. "Why you ask so girl?" "I am just curious." Nan left her knitting and sighed. "There are legends of shapeshifter people, they can turn into beasts whenever they want." Rhiannon looked at her surprised. "Really? Is it true?"