The Shapeshifters Novels & Stories

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…”

What's more, when the system is spread out, nothing remains at this point but to expand upon it and peer down from a higher place, wishing and expecting the unimaginable. 'I knew, yet I recently watched, watched the world, watched the Shifters develop fat with trouble and love and agony and dread. A lot more went to join the others, baited by the sweet commitments Earth advertised. As this went on, I saw that the Shifters down on Earth had changed. They were developing savagely, unsatisfied with the flavor of a specific inclination yet needed everything. The people who remained in our domain started to be more happy with their parts than the ones who left, remaining full for longer timeframe

Her white dress drifted lightly above the ground, untouched by the dirt road we walked. “Yes?” she answered gently. “Tell me more about shapeshifters.” There was a short pause. Then her tone shifted, becoming more thoughtful. “You really want to know?” I nodded. “Yeah. I do.” She floated a little closer. “There are different kinds of us. Not everyone’s like Austin.” I glanced at her. “What do you mean?” “Well,” she began, “some are what we call rogues. They’re wild. Low-level. Untamable. They don’t even know they’re cursed.”

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.”

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

Eliane screams her anger, sending another blast of fire at the elves who are trying to bury their hatchlings alive. I look around, seeing that the elves are doing the same to the wolves and shifters. They are creating trenches in the earth then trying to bury them alive while the wolves and shifters frantically try to claw their way out. I send a blast of fire toward the elves who are digging trenches, giving the shifters a chance to get out. As soon as they’re free of the trench, they begin attack the elves. “Give them to Cal’s kids,” I shout above the noise, watching as Shiv, an eagle shifter, begins scratching at an elf just before his mate, Bajaro, drags him toward the dragons and tosses

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs. "There are shifters of just about every animal you can think of: wolves, panthers, lions, tigers, bears, and many more. We try to keep our true selves hidden from humans unless it's necessary because it could cause a lot of problems for us. Shifters have mates, what humans would call their soul mates. When we find our mate, we mark them and become fully mated. This means that we will be together forever." Shaun tells him. Jon doesn't say anything for a few minutes, then shrugs.

Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies. A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention. "What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky. "Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them." The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try. It was practiced, the movement

"They didn't survive." The air felt colder suddenly. The shadows went on longer. "They were a prototype," Kieran continued. "Too many wolves, not enough humans. When the seal broke, they couldn't hold themselves together. The result was carnage." I swallowed hard. "And you brought me here because?" "Because you're not like them," Kieran said. "You're the first who's shifted without the moon, without tech assistance, without complete breakdown." "Yay me." Kieran stepped toward the stones and placed his palm on one of them. It lit up under his touch.