Supernatural Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

For a split second, Cole wondered if this was his lover from his former life. He had no idea who she was or what she wanted, but from the short time he had been with her he learnt a few things. She wasn’t a normal supernatural. She was able to shapeshift effortlessly, that not even the most powerful witches can do. She also got in his mind, even when he was asleep, and she has a pull on him that he still cant understand. To top it all off, she didn’t want him to die, but took the form of his love interest to lure him to her. He wasn’t making any smart guesses here, but who else could she be?

I reminded, raising an eyebrow at him. Faustus Griffith's POV Being a shapeshifter was what made me work as anything I wanted. It is both a gift and a curse, considering the dangers I end up in most of the times. None the less, I listen to my clients' strategies and go along with their task.

Killian’s physical form began to shapeshift. Within seconds, the man's body had transformed into an undulating Lycan form, catching Serena's eyes to go wide. Her jaw dropped open in shock as she watched the metamorphosis unfold, unable to process what she was witnessing. Her mind reeled, struggling to reconcile the impossible sight before her with everything she thought she knew about the fundamental laws of nature and science. Her father, on the other hand, simply nodded grimly, having already seen evidence of these beings' supernatural powers firsthand the previous night when they had infiltrated the top-secret facility to rescue him.

"I heard Oliver talking about a demon. A demon who took her form. It's ridiculous; demons don't exist." "A shapeshifter!" He took a rifle out of his jacket and handed it to Alicia, ordering her to give it to Karyn. "Find her and give her this rifle. Shapeshifters can only die if shot in the head. I can't leave my father." "What? But..." "Hurry up and go!" he growled. And so, she went on the trail of her companions. Meanwhile, Nathaniel and the others arrived at a vast meadow on the edge of a canyon.

How was it even possible something that large would fit into her narrow channel? Wait. Her channel? Unbidden the image of Mike Volka flashed in her brain, more moisture soaked her panties and heat crept up her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She put hands over Mischief's eyes. "Don't look, kitty." Jamie took a sip of her soft drink, a bite of her sandwich and chewed slowly as she turned the page. "Shape shifters mate for life, protecting their mates to the death. They have superhuman strength and senses. In human form they are distinguished by longer hair than usual on their heads, thick eyebrows and lean muscular bodies."

I quickly asked, worried about my mate. Has she not returned since? "We haven't seen her, Alpha." My heart stilled as dread washed over me, perturbed that Alpha Sebastian or Stephen might have already taken Annabelle captive. I moved to turn my head and discovered that just like Trav and Jughead, I was also immobilized, unable to move, not even to lift a single finger. Cold sweat beaded my forehead. Shapeshifters are highly physical beings, if we can't move, we can't fight or protect ourselves.

Morat bowed, his face showing sincere loyalty. Siron wanted to scream a warning. Don’t trust him! But this was the past. It had already happened. The scenes shifted again, faster now, like fragments of a nightmare. Morat leading Alaric’s armies, waging war against enemies. He fought with gallant bravery, his body moving with speed and strength beyond that of a normal man. In the heat of battle, his body changed, growing larger, skin hardening into scales, claws sprouting from his hands. His true shifter form. He rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through enemies, but always returned to human form once the fighting ceased. Alaric’s forces won because of him.

Three days before departure, Ethan put a new flight confirmation on the dining table. I looked at it once, and my fingers went still. My parents' first-class seats had been changed to economy. Bianca Voss and her parents now sat where my mother and father were supposed to sit. "What is this?" I asked. Ethan was fixing his cufflinks, calm as if he had changed a dinner reservation. "Bianca heard about the Maldives wedding and wanted to bring her parents. First class was full, so I moved your parents down." "You gave my parents' seats to your childhood sweetheart and her parents?"

He's barefoot like me, wearing BDU-style military pants and a red cotton shirt that wraps around him like a second skin. Delicious. And I'm no longer thinking about food. Maybe it's because I've eaten the entire steak before King's taken one bite of his. "Did you suspect what I was before I shifted or mutated or became a monster or whatever you want to call it?" He turns to me with another grin. "Shifting works. I never suspected anything. Our human scent is the same as any other human. There was no way to know, but after it happened a few things clicked into place."

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.