Changeling Oc Novels & Stories

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

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.

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.

“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.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.