Supernatural Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

he laughed out loud at her dumfound expression. “It’s not werebear or weretiger. It is called shapeshifters and we are one of them” he stifled his laughter “Then can that owl be a shapeshifter?” her eye is now focused up to a tree, pointing her finger at a perverted owl, preaching on the tree branches. For a moment, Orion thought she is joking but her eyes oozed innocence. “Are you serious?” Orion asked and she nodded frantically. “Selena, no one is going to look at your body. In fact, all of them will be naked for a few seconds before they shift. It is normal for us to see each other naked” he explained but still, she is not convinced.

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

I respond. He smirks. "I can change forms into a wolf at will. I have a pack, like a wolf, and I am the king but also an Alpha. As a shifter, I have certain strengths humans do not. I can hear better and move faster, to name a few, but that was how I heard your dagger." My mouth drops. Against all better judgment, it drops. If I survived this, I was going to kill Lucas. This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy.

Brooke. The ritual was to find my race. From Maddox’s father, I learned that there were two races in the world, human and supernatural. In the supernatural community, there were sub-races, such as shifters, faeries, witches, etc. Shifters were beings having two forms, human and animal, with the capability of changing forms after their eighteenth birthday, the day on which they discover their animal form. According to the type of animal a shifter transforms into, shifters are also divided.

A consciousness trailing damage like smoke, barely holding together as it tumbled through reality's layers. *First patient,* Nexus observed. *May Nexus help?* "Carefully," I instructed. "We don't know what it is or why it's damaged." Nexus extended tentative tendrils of light, gently catching the falling consciousness. It didn't grab or contain, just offered support. The being that materialized in the sanctuary was unlike anything we'd seen. Partially transparent, constantly shifting between forms, bleeding energy with each transformation. "Shapeshifter," Marcus identified through vampire sight. "But broken. Stuck between shapes."

Imogen focused for a fraction then she said, "She told me that he needed the energies of the most powerful supernatural creatures from every species... Something about the powers of the five." "Why would Lucifer need the powers of the five?" Isis gasped. "What is that?" Zander asked. "Every supernatural creature falls under five categories," Isis gave them a quick schooling. 1.) The shifters, which consist of werewolves, bears, dragons and other shifters. 2.) Witches (light and dark). 3.) Vampires 4.) Faes (elves, fairies, ogres, giants, dwarves, mermaids, leprechauns, imps and a lot of other unmentionables.)

It seemed the more I stayed to myself, the more others wanted to get close to me. Dawn knew I had a superpower but never inquired about it, fearing I'd take the focus off her. Then it happened. Chiara entered our doors, and I fell in love. Two weeks later, Chiara told the coven, "I'm a descendant of shapeshifters. My ancestor was a werewolf." Immediately, everyone looks at Dawn. Dawn asks, "Can you shapeshift?" "If I decide I want to, then yes," answers Chiara.

The Priests. They despised us—especially Priest Achille. He had always looked at Elora and me with disdain, as if we were something filthy that had crawled out from beneath a rock. He believed we were Shades, a term used for shifters who were part demons. Shades were hunted in our pack, dragged out into the woods and killed before they could become a threat. No one knew for sure if someone was a Shade until they shifted for the first time. That's when the demon blood, if it existed, would reveal itself in the form of glowing red eyes and shadows for fur.

“That’s not possible. Your code, your shift was broken.” “No,” I said. “It was incomplete.” And then I moved. I didn’t think, do I even need to? My body knew. The wolf wasn’t a monster at my back anymore; she was a guide. A pulse in my blood. A clarity that sharpened my instincts like blades. I lunged forward with supernatural speed. Zero tried to strike back—but her hand froze mid-air. Like it had hit something it couldn’t understand. Me…The real me. She jerked like her joints didn’t work anymore.

My wolf went wild, fighting to break free and rip him apart. “Let go of my mate!” I roared. The power behind my voice echoed through the clearing, making the trees tremble and their branches shake. The girl’s eyes slowly opened at the sound of my voice, and she looked straight at me. The man stopped dragging her and quickly turned to face me. I took a slow, deep breath, forcing my power back under control. I couldn’t shift or expose myself. If humans found out I was a werewolf, everything would fall apart.