The Shapeshifters Novels & Stories

The sounds of laughter and chatter from my tribe floated in the air, wrapping around me like a shared blanket. With a defiance that came naturally from years of shapeshifting unapologetically, I let the transition take over me, shedding my bear form for my human body. I emerged completely naked into the welcoming warmth, unfazed by the knowing glances of those who saw. Shapeshifters are used to the bare truth of existence—clothes are just a convenience rather than a necessity. To the children of the tribe, we often taught that shifting was a natural act, an experience to be embraced rather than one to hide in shame. However, we tried to shield their innocent eyes from unnecessary exposure to

“I’ll protect you from now on.” “The fox clan will protect you too,” Kael added. “I don’t care about the black serpent clan, the bear clan, or anyone else.” Rowan looked at me with hopeful eyes. “When the rabbit baby is born, we can live happily together again. Just like before.” I smiled and nodded. Inside, I laughed. Shifters' promises were worth nothing. For the sake of bloodlines, they would say anything. A week passed in the blink of an eye. When the day finally came, the pain was worse than anything I had ever endured.

“But what you need to understand is that anyone mating with a true shapeshifter will have babies like that. They won’t bear pups, or cubs. They’re highly sought after, and that’s why I took them in. They didn’t ask to be born this way, and for anyone to exploit them, well I won’t have it. When I found them they were in a bad way, being hunted. She could turn into a fly or ant and go into places easily. She could rob places, steal things and that’s appealing to a lot of people obviously. She could be made to be a pitbull and put into fight pits if the wrong person got ahold of her. Makes me sick. But when we’re shifted, no matter the animal, we are all keenly aware there’s always something hi

The shapeshifters, momentarily taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, hesitated before launching their assault. With unparalleled speed and strength, I lunged at the nearest shapeshifter, claws outstretched and jaws agape. The clash was fierce, the echoes of our struggle reverberating throughout the hall. The scent of blood and sweat filled the air as I engaged in a primal dance of survival. Four shapeshifters fell beneath my relentless onslaught, their forms writhing in agony. The ferocity of my attacks sent shockwaves through their ranks, sowing doubt and fear within their twisted hearts. The tables had turned, and now it was they who found themselve

"This is the one." I took the book to one of the nearest tables that had a lamp attached to it. I opened it quickly, searching for the page which had listed its weaknesses. "Wait, that's the one." Ivan put his hand on the page before I turned the page again. I looked through it, reading the description. Cloudy Shapeshifters that have the capacity to shift into any living being and can take onto the resemblances of a dead person. They can take away the life of any being once they trap them in their circle of red lightning and dark suffocating clouds.

she said as we walked down the hallway. I expected the triplets to head to their room, but they followed us to Hazel’s. When we got there, they sat on my bed while Hazel rummaged through her closet, pulling out a massive book and tossing it onto the floor with a loud thud. She flipped through a few chapters before stopping. “Shapeshifters. They’re the fourth group of supernaturals in Moon fire, but they aren’t very common.” As she said this, we all knelt around the book, looking at the drawings and the information.

She lays it on the floor in the middle of our huddle and flicks through the brittle, browning pages. Inside, there are illustrations of creatures. I quickly see Lycans and Werewolves and Humans, as well as Witches and Wizards. But then she stops and shows us a whole picture on a page. It’s the picture of some kind of humanoid form, melting and dripping on the floor. White dead eyes. Shadow surrounding it. Gammie looks at us with a grim expression. “The thing that we are up against is the most dangerous of all. The Shape Shifter.”

“The last piece of feather from the shapeshifter has been extracted. The pentacle is now ready.” Shapeshifters were much more mysterious compared to the werewolves. In every ten werewolves, the ratio of the shapeshifters would be 2:10. Two of which were the shapeshifters. The reason why there were only a few shapeshifters was because of the small numbers of females in their race and the rate of their pregnancy. Female shapeshifters could only give birth once or twice every five years. Because of these reasons, the shapeshifter community kept to themselves before they shut away from any other races. The shapeshifter race thrived

Reaching to my own mug, I took a sip and was surprise when chocolate melted into my mouth. “So I suppose you have questions. Well, we're here to answer them. Shoot away.” Everyone seemed to lean in closer to see what I was going to say. “Well, um, what can you guys do, what do you guys do, what's happening to my best friend... should I continue?” I tried to sound polite, but it came out a little bitter. Stephan stared at me at first, then glanced at Nathan and took a deep breath. “Well, we are Shape Shifters. You guys probably know us as Werewolves, but we prefer the term Shape Shifters. That's because there are certain packs that can change into different animal. We can shift anytime, but i

My thoughts twist again to my father. He knew I was a Shadow Warrior, and I haven't quite forgiven him for never confessing the truth. After reading Nalista's history, I understand that females don't necessarily change to their Beast like the men do, and there was no way my father or mother could have known I was a shifting female. And more weight falls on my mother's shoulders for raising me vegan. She knew it could hold back the change. Even Nalista mentioned it in her books. It was a common practice on the home planet. The females did not want their daughters turning as volatile as the male Warriors.