Changelings Book Novels & Stories

“Most of these paintings are hundreds of years old. The artists are lesser known. They depict some of the crueler things in society, the plague, demons, torture…things of that nature.” He stepped into the room and looked at the first painting. He didn’t just look at it, but he stared without a hint of uncertainty, facing the horror head on. It was a demonic creature in a darkly lit room, its grotesque features impossible to describe. It occupied a cabin in the woods…and appeared to eat the corpse of a faceless human as it hung upside down. “It’s a changeling,” I explained. “It’s a supernatural being who replaces someone who’s been taken by the devil or a demon or a monster. It resembles a hu

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

The next chapter of their journey beckoned, and as they prepared to face the shadows that lurked on the edges of their existence, Chloe felt a sense of determination and acceptance, ready to embrace the legacy that awaited her and shape the destiny that lay ahead. Days turned into nights as Chloe delved into the secret archives hidden within her family's home. The books, ancient and weathered, contained the wisdom of generations, revealing the intricacies of the supernatural world she had unwittingly entered. Chloe's nights became a journey through the hidden corridors of knowledge, each page unraveling the mysteries that surrounded her existence.

I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed the leather cover. The scent of wildflowers and ozone was so strong it made my head spin. Unlike the other floating books, this one sat heavy and grounded on the pedestal, as if it were the anchor for the entire room. The title was embossed in a regal, ancient script: "How to Mute Your Change's Resonance and How to Detect Another Change." "It’s exactly what the Queens said we needed," Sol whispered, leaning over my shoulder. "A way to move without alerting the Eclipse."

The air is light and refreshing, I find myself closing my eyes. Opening my eyes once more, I continue to walk forward. As I walk the grass beneath me begins to grow warm. I shift my gaze down and watch as the light green grass begins to glow yellow. From the middle of the clearing purple fog begins to form. The fog is thick and dark as it begins to further spread. I watch as the fog suddenly begins to spiral upward. Slowly the fog begins to clear and a large black dog with glowing purple eyes stands before me. Wisps of black flames surround the dog. The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me.

Its yellow eyes shifting between the two of them, wondering which one was more scary. ‘A changeling.’ she was astonished. Well, that was an understatement. Changeling entered their territory only when wolves allowed them to. Or when they had to take shelter from dire threats. ‘He tried to cross the river. I got to him before he jumped unprepared.’ ‘I have never touched one before.’ The way his small paws dug in the mud, and his ears twitched in the wind, Vanessa was beyond fascinated. Without thinking twice, she rushed to a tree and returned in her human form.

I wanted to see something so I casted my first spell and when I did my hair changed from Silver to Purple and my eyes from purple to silver, it was out of this world, then after it was casted everything went back to my normal color. I went ahead and told everyone that they could leave since we finished everything, and I wanted to find out some more information while I had a minute. We all had questions about these new powers and the amulets I decided that I would call my grandmother and see if she had any information that she might be able to share since she is an Elder of our Coven.

"Its entire body is brown, like mud. It sort of looks like a frog, but the eyes are more like those of a cat. Plus, it can talk." Salvatore's face paled. "You saw one?" I nodded. "Last night. In my room." "Did you tell Professor Pops?" He looked utterly freaked out. "No. I forgot." "How could you forget? Sheesh, Snow. He needs to know that stuff." He crossed his arms. "A lot's happened lately." I had no excuse except I really had forgotten about it. He exhaled. "They are despicable creatures called changelings." He clucked his tongue. "I've encountered one before. Evil and vile, but easy to kill." He walked past the pixies.

You aren’t focusing. He was right. I wasn’t focusing. I just wanted to get to Darren. I turned my head to look back at the building, right as the monstrous lycan jumped through the flames. That was when I realized I couldn’t sense his anger inside of me. What I was feeling didn’t reflect this creature. The changeling even did a good job mimicking Darren’s scent. But as I stared into his eyes, I didn’t feel the mate pull. There was no connection. Wow ... I was being an idiot. As a beast, I should be using my senses first. Instead, I had emotional blinders on. A changeling is a creature that is more related to fairies. However, there are a subspecies of them that are demons. Were demons workin

I watched as every member of Chaos’ family cut their palm open and make a trail of blood from where they stood to where the urn was placed without a hitch or pause in their chant. I felt the moment when a change occurred to the power flowing around and saw the exact moment when the urn went up in flames. The brighter it burned, the higher the chants went and the more it rattled. I held my breath when the lid of the urn flew right off of it as if kicked before it burst into pieces. Its bursting did not shock me as much as the phoenix that emerged out of it with its flaming wings wide spread and its head thrown back as it let out what sounded very much like a battle cry.