Game Of Thrones Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

"You're observant for a southern runaway. No. A good portion of the Remnant carry the blood of the Ghost-Shifters. A lineage the high houses tried to purge decades ago." "Ghost-Shifters?" I murmured. "An anomaly in the bloodlines," Edith explained. "Standard werewolves value the full shift, the crushing weight of the jaw, the brute strength of a four-legged beast. But Ghost-Shifters possess a partial-turn ability. They don't become full wolves. Instead, they manifest traits mid-combat, which is a sudden lengthening of claws, an unnatural density in the bone, a phantom speed that makes them look like they're blinking out of existence for a split second. The Alphas hated it. They called it a d

"We have been blessed with a daughter. Erik got his wish!" "He did." The male's deep voice floated on the scented air as he bent down to his knees to join his family. However, when the giant was closer to the small infant, he paused, blue eyes transfixed on the little girl. He tilted his head curiously before looking at his mate. "There is something about her. She has a wolf but…" "She is a shadow wolf." The woman replied. "She is the daughter of an alpha and a witch. The goddess has blessed our daughter with an incredible gift."

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Melody barked, “He did this.” A devilish grin stretched across my face as I released him. Thomas dropped to the ground with a thud, splashing in the puddle of mud. The delightful sound of bones cracking in the eerie night was music to my ears, watching him wither in agony as he transformed into his wolf. There was always a cost to pay when shifting, such excruciating pain was inescapable. His clothes shredded, fur sprouting from his skin, bones reconstructing themselves until he morphed into his wolf. Snatching the back of his neck in a punishing hold, “Stop.” I commanded in my Alpha tone.

He bled from his side where one claw had cut through. Still, he didn't falter. Not once. Every time I weakened, his fire shielded me. Every time his storms buckled, my ember cut through for him. Until only one shadow remained. It towered over the clearing, larger than the rest, its shape shifting between wolf and human and something monstrous in between. Its core pulsed blinding white, chains wrapped thick around it. Kieran hissed between his teeth. "That one's old. Strong." The shadow bent its head toward me. A voice rumbled through the clearing, deeper than the others, layered with grief.

Without thinking, he let it rise. His shadow beneath him shifted—lengthened—until it flared outward like a living thing. Dark tendrils lashed from it, striking at the shapes around him. Each one it touched burst apart, scattering like smoke in wind. When the last dissolved, the circle dimmed. The silver threads cooled. The silent figure stepped forward. They regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So. The blood still runs true.” Eolan caught his breath, his ribs aching where the shadow’s strike had landed. “What was that?”

All feelings of lover or joy melting as the reality formed over the dream. “I’ll fucking kill you for this!!” Jacob screamed as he snarled. The touch of his hands became a vice. The soft timber of his voice became an unnatural roar. The eyes blead from black and turned into a fresh golden light. The eyes of a Shifter. Fangs shot out at Brandon as the handsome man lunged for his throat and spilled his blood across the floor.

Shapeshifters. I think I've read some things about it from folklore. Like what its name suggests, they are creatures that can change forms, like how humans can shift to animals with supernatural attributes, like how monsters can take the form of humans they prey on. The most popular shapeshifters in books, I believe, are humans turning to wolves—not ordinary wolves, but usually giant wolves with extraordinary strength and have out of the world abilities. "What kind of shapeshifters are you?" "I don't think you need to know that part. What's important is, now you know that those two you see as victims are not innocent at all."

“First we wash, and eat, then take stock of our situation and decide where we are. Since you’ve refreshed yourself, Father Dom, why don’t you see what we can use from the back of the truck. Ramos can help me with Rafe. Then we’ll gather what snacks might be left in the cab.” “Beware, child,” Father Dom said, glaring at her then at Ramos. “Shapeshifters are of the devil. Satan, the first shapeshifter, became the snake and deceived Eve.” Shapeshifters? Angela wondered what the priest was getting at. But she felt Ramos stiffen at her side and she clasped his hand. “Those who speak from ignorance,” Ramos sJ ̄Èaid, his voice low, but hard, “still bear the responsibility of their lies. Shadowmen s

It was devastating. "Why are you following me, Thorin?" He questioned without glancing at me. His voice was laced with rage. "Don't you remember what you've done?" He added as he glanced over his shoulder. The servants and warriors inside the castle tried to stop us. They shifted into wolves and bears. Some shifted into eagles and hawks. These were all shape-shifters. Since King Arabic Reubus couldn't shift, I had to take matters into my own hands. I shifted into my wolf and let out a menacing growl. Two wolves came forward to tackle me, but Thorin didn't want to play now. He immediately targeted the wolf's neck and swayed it in the air. The head rolled down the cold floor in no time. The ot