Shapeshifter Quotes

“Shapeshifting requires the ability to transcend your attachments, in particular your ego attachments to identity and who you are. If you can get over your attachment to labeling yourself and your cherishing of your identity, you can be virtually anybody. You can slip in and out of different shells, even different animal forms or deity forms.”
― Zeena Schreck

“Minutes passed by. A little blue butterfly landed on my nose. I blinked at it and it fluttered to my ear. A big yellow butterfly gently floated over and landed on my paw. Soon a whole swarm of them floated up and down around me, like a swirl of multicolored petals. It happened in my backyard, too, if the magic was strong enough. Butterflies were small and light, and very magic sensitive. For some reason I made them feel safe and they gravitated to me like iron shavings to a magnet. They ruined my ferocious badass image, but you’d have to be a complete beast to swat butterflies.

If a baby deer frolicked out from between the buildings trying to cuddle up, I would roar. I wouldn’t bite it, but I would roar. I had my limits.”
― Ilona Andrews, Hexed

“The material world is all feminine. The feminine engergy makes the non-manifest, manifest. So even men (are of the feminine energy). We have to relinquish our ideas of gender in the conventional sense. This has nothing to do with gender, it has to do with energy. So feminine energy is what creates and allows anything which is non-manifest, like an idea, to come into form, into being, to be born. All that we experience in the world around us, absolutely everything (is feminine energy). The only way that anything exists is through the feminine force.”
― Zeena Schreck

“Even before I knew who you were, Aelin, I knew that what you were working toward . . . It was worth it.”
“What is?” Her throat tightened.
“A world where people like me don't have to hide.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Will I have to use a litter box?"
--Emma to Max after he just explained she'll be turning into a puma shifter
The Wallflower (Halle Pumas Book 1)”
― Dana Marie Bell

“A dog – a collie – went up to Eric, looked up at his face, and growled.
“Shoo,” Eric said, making an imperious gesture with his hand.”
― Charlaine Harris, Dead to the World

“After changing shape several times, the ball eventually turned into a huge face. It floated alongside the air-car. This time, time instead of sending him a mental message, the face spoke out aloud and the whole air-car vibrated with its intensity. “If you are foolish enough to renege on your contract, you will be severely punished. For your sake, I hope you wouldn’t do such a thing.” When Tarmy made no attempt to respond, the face turned and pressed itself against the millipede-free window. A moment later, Tarmy felt the fat slug entering his mind, the sign that the face was attempting to use its powers to obtain his response by other means. But as the slug dug deeper, Samantha’s cover stories began springing out of the corners of his mind. Instead of obtaining Tarmy’s agreement, all that the face saw was a burning army transporter surrounded by bodies. Undeterred, the face continued its assault. Samantha had anticipated that Tarmy might come up against an adept, so the mental images of death and destruction flowed unchecked. After failing to break Tarmy’s defences, the face removed the slug and tried reason. “You can’t win, Mr Tarleton, so why don’t you do yourself a favour and cooperate? It will be better for you in the long run. Now, where is the miniature pulse drive engine?” Tarmy realised why the millipedes hadn’t been allowed to attack. It was obvious that the Great Ones were hoping to retrieve the engine. When Tarmy didn’t respond, the face said, “I am prepared to overlook your desertion if you agree to tell us where the engine is and also honour your contract by showing us how to convert the engine into a bomb.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“She reached out, her fingers hesitant. The deer—Knox—tilted his head down, letting her touch his antlers. Her hand trembled slightly as she caressed the boney protrusion. The ivory tines were warmer than she thought they’d be, a living extension of the man inside. She petted his pelt next, charmed by the coarse fur and the feel of his muscles bunching and moving underneath.

Sitting back, she winked up at him. "You probably get this a lot,but…nice rack.”

The deer flashed back into a man who tackled her onto her pillows with a wolfy growl. “Always gotta be the smartass, don’t you?”
― Miranda Stowe, Dreams of Wolf

“There are Tantrics who deliberately seek to do more active forms of renunciation, so transgression of social norms and breaking of taboo, and breaking of social taboos especially, is a form of renunciation.”
― Zeena Schreck

“WEST SALEM ~ October 2011
A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.
Her muscles tensed. By the Goddess, could he see her?
Please! No!
She wanted to scream, to run, but the vision ensnared her into the horrific moment like a fly in a spider's web.”
― Cherie De Sues

“Who else is going to do this job? What do you think that classified ad would read like? 'Dangerous job fighting otherworldly beings, no pay, fame or glory. Death possible. Slobber likely. Injuries always. Must distance yourself from family and friends for their protection.'" -- Cheveyo, Beyond the Darkness”
― Jaime Rush, Beyond the Darkness

“Roan looked down at the pathetic little fur ball with a pink ribbon clipped to the top of its head and growled at it. It came from deep in his throat, and while it was unintentional, it wasn’t precisely a human noise. He could feel it in his throat, vibrating his vocal chords, and the dog’s ears rotated briefly in as much alarm as a dog could express, and then it whimpered and cringed, pissing on the sidewalk in submission.
The woman took a couple steps backward, eyes wide and horrified, and dragged her dog past them as she hurried off, the Pom more than happy to leave.
Paris looked at him, an eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a half smile. “I love it when you get defensive.”
“I’m the king of the jungle.I’m not taking any shit from a living dust mop.”
― Andrea Speed, Prey

“His eyes went to predatory mode, following my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed.

I was going to have to burn him again. I could see it in his eyes.

Were-cats and their constant need to poke and bat at things.”
― Kenya Wright, Fire Baptized

“Random lines, Beyond the Darkness: "Playing 'tag, you're it' against a car is a bad idea.”
― Jaime Rush, Beyond the Darkness

“So...I suggest you try and get control over your more unusual nature, see if you can't coax those claws away, and I'll try very, very hard not to throw up over what's left of your shoes. How does that sound?”
― Kate Griffin, A Madness of Angels

“And lose my cock, balls and prostate? Are you kidding me? Honey, I’m still all man. I’m just a man with decoration,” Tommy had explained before turning with a flounce and practically floating out of the room in his heels.”
― Vicktor Alexander, A Very Tate Christmas

“I belong only to you", he says, looking up at me with earnest eyes. My heart just skipped a beat.”
― Luna. J, God Bless You Devil Kiss You

“Who are you people, really?” Valkyrie demands.
I smirk, shrinking into my humanoid form. “Do you believe in gods?”
― K.V. Wilson, Incarnate

“This Butterfly Stings by Stewart Stafford

The gold of my eye dances on stage for me,
Her wings wafting behind her in the chorus,
Yet none glimpsed that girl's beauty as I did,
This butterfly flew solo in my mind's eye.

For two years hence, I concealed my interest,
Yet I gazed at her endlessly, so close yet apart,
Places of learning changed, but she did not,
I foolishly let fly Cupid's token to my inamorata.

Seeing my love in a looking glass reflected,
Shadow feelings illuminated St Valentine's Eve,
My butterfly became a sullen stinging bee,
Crushing my tender rose in pieces at my feet.

Nor would her wicked scorn end there,
She told her friends who joined in my shaming,
For years after, turning my last shreds of adoration,
Into contemptuous hatred of her existence.

Truly no one can take away our memories,
Where my former crush still dances on occasion,
O sweet butterfly of my youth, one last wish,
Never fly away from these fond recollections.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“She called herself a nighshifter, and it took me a second to realize that she meant she works the night shift, and not that she shifts between being a human being and moonlit blackness. I was kind of hoping to watch her morph for me.”
― Jarod Kintz, There are Two Typos of People in This World: Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't

“I saw him assess the field ahead- and transform.

The talons came first. Replacing fingers and feet. Then dark scales or perhaps feathers, I couldn't get a look at them, covered his legs, his arms, his chest. His body contorted, bones and muscles growing and shifting.

The beast form Rhys had kept hidden. Never liked to unleash.

Unless it was dire enough to do so.

Before the Cauldron swept me away, I beheld what happened to his head, his face.

It was a thing of nightmares. Nothing human or Fae in it. It was a creature that lived in black pits and only emerged at night to hunt and feast. That face... it was those creatures that had been carved into the rock of the Court of Nightmares. That made up his throne. The throne not only a representation of his power... but of what lurked within. And with the wings...

Hybern soldiers began fleeing.

Helion beheld what happened and ran, too- but towards Rhys.

Shifting as well.

If Rhys was a flying terror crafted from shadows and cold moonlight, Helion was his daytime equivalent.

Gold feathers and shredding claws and feathered wings-

Together, my mate and the High Lord of Day unleashed themselves upon Hybern.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“It’s said the white warrior will be able to manipulate fire.”
― Denna Holm, Warrior Betrayed

“I’ve never killed anyone but I would rather choke on the blood of my fallen enemies than permit harm to come to you again.”
― N.D. Jones, Mafdet's Claws

“You are at your best when those you love are uppermost in your heart and mind. Swift feet, Mafdet, swift feet.”
― N.D. Jones, Mafdet's Claws

“I cannot understand how this is to come about but come about it must. It seems boy that we move within the confines of our own consciousness, would that I could expand my gaze to become aware of all the activities of my own being.”
― Geoff Widders, Flight of the Shaman

“This camp was run by Quin, a shifter with greenish-yellow eyes who turned into a mountain lion. Judging by his attitude you’d say he was there because he lost a bet. Quin was a man of few words who appeared to be in his mid-forties, but shifters aged way slower than humans. He could have easily been a few hundreds of years old. Perhaps life hadn’t been kind to him and that shaped him into the burly, grumpy man he was today. Rae joked once that he’s more grizzly than mountain lion. That earned her extra training because ‘when it hurts it’s not funny anymore’. Training stopped only when she dropped from exhaustion.”
― Anca Antoci, Blue Shadow Prophecy

“A few of them might send word to Lucifer, earning his favor. Others might try to kill your baby to protect their families from the evil they believe he’s capable of. I’m sorry to say this, Samara, but he will struggle with whether he’s good or bad for the rest of his life and be forced to constantly prove he isn’t evil like his father.” Onoskelis sighed. “But somehow I get the feeling that you already knew what you’d be facing.”
― Kaylin McFarren, Requiem For A Queen

“Skinwalker Supper by Stewart Stafford

Savage roaring in the night,
The pack's hierarchy shifts,
Listen close as the wolf yelps,
Are now a shaman's chant.

Lupine hymns to Luna Regina,
Breeding pairs and rogue males,
The shaman makes his potion,
In flickering campfire flames.

Smearing the odorous mixture,
Across his body in peyote trance,
The medicine man shapeshifts,
A skinwalker's nocturnal rampage.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Are you going to fly home?' I said.

A soft laugh. 'Unfortunately, it would take longer than I can afford. Another day, I'll taste the skies again.'

I glanced at the wings tucked into his powerful body, and my voice was hoarse as I spoke. 'You never told me you loved the wings- or the flying.' No, he'd made shape-shifting seem... base, useless, boring.

He shrugged. 'Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. I tell very few about the wings. Or the flying.'

Some colour had already come into that moon-white face- and I wondered whether he might once have been tan before Amarantha had kept him belowground for so long. A High Lord who loved to fly- trapped under a mountain. Shadows not of his own making still haunted those violet eyes. I wondered if they would ever fade.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Y Ddraig Goch ddyry gychwyn," my second muttered under his breath as the three of us stalked away, seeking to shelter ourselves within the slinking shadows.
The corner of my lip turned up at his remark.
The Red Dragon will show the way.”
― K.V. Wilson, Incarnate