The Shapeshifters Novels & Stories

I manage. She plants herself on the bed and starts taking off her heels. “Already told you, Sarah. You're gonna have to leave town. Lay low for a bit. Maybe get a fake ID and start a new life as a goat farmer in Bolivia or something. Better still, come with me, and let's go work at the strip club together. They offer free accommodation. Maybe not entirely free, but really cheap. You can hide there for a while. Change your hair, your weight, your DNA, whatever. And, hey, you can even pick a new name. Something like 'Chastity,' or 'Innocence,' or 'Virginal Sarah.'"

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.

"He was one bad motherfucker. I'm gonna kill Teo for what he did to my brother." I understood revenge. "Good." He gave me a chin nod. "Now it's your turn. I wanna see." Shifting was a type of magic older than time. It required little concentration because it was as natural as breathing. Beastkind children first shifted at about two weeks old. I grabbed the side of the couch, leaning heavily on it. Removing my clothes was essential. It didn't bother me because nudity was a fact of life with beastkind. Rondy was human, though. "You got a problem with a little flesh? Because I can't do it with my clothes on."

It's called "Shapeshifters: A Comprehensive Guide." "This looks promising," I say, taking the book down from the shelf and flipping through the pages. Ryder stands next to me, watching as I scan through the pages. "Anything useful?" he asks. I nod, my eyes glued to the text. "Yeah, actually. It says here that shapeshifters can control their transformations with practice and concentration." "That's good news," Ryder says, relief evident in his voice. "But it also says that they need to establish a strong connection with their mate to control their shifting," I add. I feel hopeful. I have a feeling I will finally learn more about Flutter.

“You keep say we. Who is we?” “We have a council of those who have been protecting you your whole life. It contains witches, warlocks, and shifters. Mainly wolves.” “Shifters? You’ve said that many times now. What are shifters?” “There are groups of people who can shift into certain animals. There are the wolves here, the bears in California, the birds in France, and the felines in Africa.” “Restore my memories,” I demand. “Davina.” “You took them away so you can give them back! Restore them now!” Uncle hangs his head in defeat.

"You challenge me? Little girl, I was killing betas while you were playing with dolls. I won't shift. I'll snap your neck in this skin." "Shift," I commanded. "Or I'll kill you where you stand." Something in my voice—the absolute certainty of it—made his laughter die. He narrowed his eyes, assessing me. Then, with a grunt of annoyance, he let it happen. The sound of his shift was wet and crunching. His body contorted, bones snapping and reshaping with practiced ease. He dropped to all fours, fur erupting from his skin in patches of brindled brown and grey. Within seconds, a massive wolf stood before me—heavy-set, scarred, with jaws that could crush a femur.

They wanted to know what the creatures were, and they want them stopped. Lofty goals if you asked Melody. The entitlement of humans was astounding to her. The faces and words demanding their protection. It never occurred to ask the shapeshifters for information or assistance. Though some claimed the shapeshifters are the guilty parties for bringing this danger to their doorstep.

And the latter can also witness her voluptuous incomparable hour-glass body. ‘I’ll make sure that Cy will give in to sudden release’ She reminded her feminine self. Even the mortal Eoghan was captivated by her glamorous beauty, how much more the beta werewolf Cyrill. Nevertheless, at least now Rozelyn knew the eight different vampires and werewolves aside from a Thaumaturge. She learned earlier that Shapeshifters cannot only shapeshift to animals but also duplicate other people’s faces. In fact, she burst into a boisterous laugh when the newly-healed alpha Avril shape-shifted into Cyrill—but a Cyrill with long luscious hair and huge breasts and an immensely curvy hips.

I even slowed down the footage to confirm what I saw, and that was when the truth hit me Lucy can shapeshift. I had heard tales of shape-shifters, of course, we have the common supernatural which are the vampires, the witches, and the werewolves, but there are other supernatural that are just a few, and some that people had thought had got out of existence, part of those people are shapeshifters. These shape-shifters were master manipulators, they effortlessly controlled others to get what they wanted, so when the orders were coming together, they put up a plan to eliminate shape-shifters.

“Tell me everything… from the very beginning, November James-Maximilian.’ His expression is hard, “Tell me who and what you are.” Shakily, November starts, quietly. “My kind, the shape-shifters, wolf shifters… our kinds had been in this world since the beginning of time… no one really can tell how we came to be, but we, the descendants of the Moon Gods were told… that, one day, one of the sons of the Moon God fell in love with a human. A beautiful woman of earth…”