Epicshift Chara Novels & Stories

Emma and his shifter allies sprang into action, engaging in a fierce battle with Selene's supporters. Emma, who had been training with Lukas and his allies, showed impressive skill, using her wits and agility to hold her own against the shifters. She fought alongside Lukas, their movements in sync as they worked as a team, protecting each other and taking down their opponents with calculated precision.

Akiro internally winced at his messy words. His words just made Heli scowl deeper. “Who the fuck is that?” “Oh. It’s Terrence! From Regia Obsivia? A shapeshifter?” Heli shot his mate a blank look. “Aki, I know he’s a shapeshifter. No one else can change their appearance except for them.” Akiro laughed awkwardly while rubbing his neck, mentally yelling how stupid he was. “Great. Now, I have to live with the fact that Helios fucking hugged me from behind. Gross,” Terrence muttered as he shifted back to his original appearance, his face twisted in disgust.

I take her hand and watch helplessly as our brother’s bones snap and reconfigure into his human form. I want to help him, but I don’t know what to do. I remember my first shift. It was horrible. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but I also know that there is nothing I can do to make this easier for him. The only thing that helped me was Doc Everett knocking me out. Since Iniko isn’t a hybrid, this should be a normal shift, except Iniko isn’t normal. No one knows what will happen with him after he shifts. Will he finally regain his memories from his life before now? Will he want Eliane as his mate again? Will the rift between him and Ancalagon start all over again?

He handled my meals, my medicine, and every small detail of my daily life. Fenrir was not good with words, but every day he brought back the best game he could find, determined to keep me strong. Kael was the lightest presence of all. He stayed at my side, making jokes and trying to keep me smiling. There were moments when I almost believed they cared for me. Almost believed they saw me as something more than the means to continue their bloodlines. But I knew better than to expect human morality from shifters. Carrying three bloodlines weakened me badly.

Krystal's P.O.V. My first shift was slightly painful, but not as much as it would have been if I were human. Leila is beautiful. She's almost entirely white with just a few gray spots on her. Once I felt comfortable shifting, we left to see Phillip. I wanted to see him alone first. He acted exactly like I expected. I knew even when he was crying and covered in shit, he couldn't control his mouth. Now, as I stare at him backing away from Leila and Hunter, I can't help laughing. One thing he always used to call me was pathetic. Well, who's pathetic now? Again, for the record, I don't condone violence, but this is well deserved.

At some point I stop evolving, so other professions will catch up and surpass me until I evolve to Legend class. The others are very strong, too strong, Morgiana, Lilith, and Liliana did a great job last time, Marie and Sana are good support too, but I'm starting to have trouble fighting... Even Erick can't do big things. Why? Don't give me the role of the guy who's a burden.

Vander convinced the two of the highest rank and the most prideful charlanders, even if it's just a system, the original characteristics and traits of the real Lucia and Kisona were used in creating their duplicates. Apart from that, I should also commend his excellent idea, it's on the spot. Kuishinbos are weak when they shapeshift, their cores are exposed for a short amount of time, and they also become slightly weak and slower for a short period. Vander's idea created a scenario where kuishinbos have to shapeshift, and that's pretty amazing. Even I wouldn't be able to think of that considering the situation. 'Can he really survive this world without a necro?' Hahahaha what I was thinking,

Morat bowed, his face showing sincere loyalty. Siron wanted to scream a warning. Don’t trust him! But this was the past. It had already happened. The scenes shifted again, faster now, like fragments of a nightmare. Morat leading Alaric’s armies, waging war against enemies. He fought with gallant bravery, his body moving with speed and strength beyond that of a normal man. In the heat of battle, his body changed, growing larger, skin hardening into scales, claws sprouting from his hands. His true shifter form. He rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through enemies, but always returned to human form once the fighting ceased. Alaric’s forces won because of him.

He grinned. Rowan pounded on the bubble, and I saw a flash. I recognized it. This wasn’t a full shield like I did at the cabin. This was a temporary one, one that shrinks as the magic is used up. “Let her go.” Every time Rowan smashed the bubble, it shrank. Not by a lot, but enough. His eyes bored into mine, and I saw a flicker of panic. Lycan’s can always shift. Erubus called out again, drawing my attention. His eyes flashed towards me. Lycan’s are more powerful than a wolf. They can always shift. They are stronger and faster.