The Shapeshifters Novels & Stories

Melody barked, “He did this.” A devilish grin stretched across my face as I released him. Thomas dropped to the ground with a thud, splashing in the puddle of mud. The delightful sound of bones cracking in the eerie night was music to my ears, watching him wither in agony as he transformed into his wolf. There was always a cost to pay when shifting, such excruciating pain was inescapable. His clothes shredded, fur sprouting from his skin, bones reconstructing themselves until he morphed into his wolf. Snatching the back of his neck in a punishing hold, “Stop.” I commanded in my Alpha tone.

She knew he’d be over in a millisecond, following her body with his mouth fair the way she preferred it. Cassie shook her head and diverted the messy considerations into something more sound. She strummed her phone that was sitting adjacent to her and at that point picked it up hastily. “Fuck it,” she whispered. Cassie started investigating the presence of werewolves and came upon a large number of scheme speculations almost other a entirety other species that was able to alter from human shape to creature frame. They were called shifters, and numerous cases of them flourishing had been set on a few gatherings online.

I throw on my cotton nightdress and waddle over to my bed with the intention of calling it a day, but just then, Fenriz walks into our bedroom, and the look on his face tells me that I can forget about a peaceful slumber. “Is everything okay?” I ask, sitting up in bed and gesturing for him to join me. He breathes out a long sigh, then falls down on the bed next to me with a grunt. “No, we might have a war heading our way,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Someone has sent a shapeshifter into the estate, and after Andreas and I spent the afternoon searching for more, we discovered at least 20 of them in the pack.”

I protested, but my words bothered him the most. "I need you to stay safe, and I am sorry I had not believed you before. There is a skinwalker amongst us, and I need you to be really careful. It feeds on organs and takes people's shape, looks, and even memories. The one who came to your room earlier wasn't Jamal; it was one of them." Edward EDWARD and left me visually speaking. "them?" I asked, not getting what he meant, but he nodded in response to my words. "Shapeshifters don't move alone; they range from seven to twenty, and there is pretty much an assurance that they are walking around the halls right now, taking people's shapes and moving in groups."

I had actually thought I had Serena in my arms all this while, but what took me completely off guard is the fact that she just totally disappeared from my grasp and materialized totally far away, about ten feet away from me, within their reach. This is really, really crazy. And it is at this point in time that I finally realize the reason why they brought the shapeshifters along to become their sidekicks. They have been happily targeting and watching us for a very long while and decided to use the shapeshifters to distract me and keep me where I am while they attend to Serena and perform only goddess knows against her. The thoug

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

Usually, shapeshifters aren't that good in combat but they are great at making strategies and thinking. "Tell me why you've been following her everywhere," I asked with gritted teeth. He coughed a little before answering. "We know she has the book. In order to take possession of it, she must be killed." Shit, they knew. That wasn't good. The way he said we must've meant that the whole shapeshifter race probably knows too. Maybe even other races. "I do not know what you're talking about." Of course, I knew, I just didn't want to admit it openly even though it was making me sound stupid.

I whispered. “They all ran away,” said the driver. “The witches, mages, vampires, faeries, angels, and the demons. Beowulf was the Shifter King at the time, and he said he wasn’t leaving his home. When Fenrir and his mate took over, they went one step better.” “How?” I asked, my eyes wide. “Shifter City has the strongest wards of any supernatural enclosure.” He tapped the side of his nose. “They’re not just powered by the life force of the most powerful god who ever lived, but with the magic of the Sixth Faction of Hell.”