Changeling Oc Novels & Stories

His face went from severe to a deathly, translucent grey. "What... what did it just say?" "It didn't say anything, sir," Emberlyn whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "It's... it's broadcasting." The rat turned its gaze to the rest of the class. It pointed a tiny, clawed paw at a wealthy Nephilim girl in the front row. "You aren't a Nephilim," the rat projected. "You're a Changeling. Your mother replaced the real Princess Amira when she was three. The real Amira is buried under the rosebushes in the North Garden."

He picked another flower, “is just turn.” Enough talk, Neeri growled, forcing the shift. She wanted to run, smell the fresh air. Lillah screeched, falling to her knees. Skin began to stretch. Bones began to snap. “Lillah, calm down, push the pain to one side and just step out of the way, let Neeri take your place.” Gaz had seen many a shift. Alphas’ were fast; they tore through their own skin in an instant. The majority of the pack experienced a shift that took a couple of seconds; clothes ripped, a few bones broke and then they were in their other form but Omega’s experienced a slow and torturous shift. It could take minutes.

But her sharp pixie features and her piercing gaze reminded Layon that they were dealing with something far more menacing. Fairies were far less attached to their humanity, making them far more unpredictable, and that was saying something considering that a wolf could shift at any moment if they didn't have their wolf under control. Layon and Angel glanced at each other, and he saw his own concern reflected in her eyes. Though they were sticky and sweaty from their long flight, Layon couldn't imagine Angel looking any more beautiful than she did now. She smiled at him and almost took his breath away before she turned to the advisor and asked,

Only then did the exhaustion—both physical and emotional—finally fade away. Walking out of my room, I saw Mom in the kitchen, having made a whole table of my favorite dishes. For the first time since I was sent back in time to relive my life, I smiled with genuine ease. My study‑abroad paperwork was processed quickly, and once everything was done, my parents took me out to a nice restaurant to celebrate. That night, after we got home and stepped out of the car, a figure suddenly stumbled out from the shadows. A foul, sour smell hit us immediately. I looked closer and realized it was Maya.

“Come out let’s settle this like men.” The boss turned to her right man, the one who suspected this whole setup to be a trap. “Go on then.” She started. “Find out what they want.” He grumbled before stepping out. “You’re the boss?” Claud asked. “I believe I am.” “I was actually expecting someone more powerful.” Claud said. “What are you? An ogre too?” He was surprised that Claud knew about the ogres but he kept his cool. “I’m a changeling.” “Sure whatever.”

Even those that had angry words spewing from their mouth stopped mid-rant and glanced at their Alpha King. He leaned forward in his seat and met the eyes of each and every council member. "First of all, let me get some things straight." He paused, "Yes, it is not a Changeling that compromised the ring into the hands of the enemies but a human. However, it is not a human male but a female. A small female." Surprised gasps filled the air, and some muttered curses. For Changelings, gender means everything. Their females are well-protected by them at all costs, and unless a female's crime was too hideous, they find it extremely hard to hurt females. Females should be protected, not hurt.

I could feel the pound of adrenaline in my ears and legs as it coursed through my system and I watched the teary woman nod breathlessly, her olive-green eyes searching mine before she seemed content and exhaled shakily. We're there shadowling changelings in the castle like Tophas? That was impossible, only Wolf Alphas could become shadowlings for the dark moon, and yet, something about the way she had said it warned me that I better be sure. “Where did you see these shadowling monsters, Olivia? This is important.” I whispered, feeling Gallagher come up to stand guard beside us, his head turning every which way in response to my question, almost like he was waiting on a shadowling to leap out

“The Templars are dead. Come out.” The tiny little girl gets to her feet and walks across the truck bed to us. She’s barely ten and completely naked. “Changeling,” Willow breathes and takes a step back. “Yes,” Zael agrees. “We are no danger to you. Show us your true self.” The air in the truck shimmers and the ten-year-old changes into a grown woman with wispy, silver hair that hangs to the back of her knees. Her grey, wrinkly face is sharp and pointy, instead of eyes she has slits, and where her nose should be there are two holes. When she smiles, she reveals long, sharp teeth. “Where’s my husband?” Her voice is scratchy and sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

"There are at least twelve more of them." The room was quiet. "Twelve confirmed," he said. "Possibly more. What I examined from the remains contained a kind of record. Not a memory exactly but something like an imprint of connections. The Changelings do not communicate directly with each other but they are aware of each other in a general sense. Like knowing a door exists without being able to see through it. From what I could read from that imprint there are at minimum twelve others currently embedded in kingdoms and territories across the known world."

I turned around to leave, but she suddenly threw a handful of pungent powder at me. I lost my vision instantly. My body went limp as I collapsed into a dark abyss. When I woke up, I was tied up inside an abandoned silver mine. Heavy silver chains bound my hands and feet. The metal burned against my skin with a faint hissing sound. It completely cut me off from the outside world. I couldn't reach Keith through our mind link. I also lost the ability to shift or heal. Several rogues stood before me. They were the same ones from my past life.