Game Of Thrones Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

“Please—stop!” Nyra froze mid-change, panting heavily; her chest rose and fell like she’d run a marathon. “Jett…” I rasped, barely finding my breath. “What is she? Don’t tell me she’s—” “Yes,” he cut in, his jaw clenched tight, eyes blazing with fury. “She’s a fucking shapeshifter.” My heart thudded painfully in my chest. “Oh my God… I thought, “They didn’t exist.” “They do,” he said, pacing a step closer to the cage. His voice is dangerously low now. “They’re just rare. But that doesn't mean they don't exist.”

His chest trembled with the precarious lift of hope. “Danny, I want to explain a few things. They’re important.” Mahisar’s voice smoothed into instructor and oracle. “You are a shape-shifter. What sets you apart is this: when you phase into an animal, it becomes wholly you. You never depart from it. It is not a separate spirit, as it is with were-beings. Were-beings must share the spirit of the animal they inhabit. That duality can make them weak. You are not weak.”

******* The shapeshifters roar in happiness as they were able to establish a frequency connection, and a voice sounded from the TV. A voice emanated from the screen, an eerie silence fell over the hall. The shapeshifters, initially filled with anticipation, now wore expressions of surprise and confusion. It was evident that the voice they heard did not belong to Drake Canostus, the powerful shapeshifter they had sought to connect with. Instead, it was an unexpected encounter, a twist in their meticulously planned scheme.

Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies. A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention. "What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky. "Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them." The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try. It was practiced, the movement

As soon as they saw that the stores were closing, Candy used her locator gadget once more, and this time it was pointing out of town. “He or she must have left for the day, so let’s follow and see where they lead us,” said Candy. “Incidentally Candy, why is a shape-shifter considered a monster?” “For a shape-shifter to take on another form, they have to kill the original and absorb them into their being. So, every time they use a different person or animal, that person or animal is no more,” replied Candy. “Wow, to think I’ve been surrounded by this type of thing all of my life and had no idea,” said Dale.

She stepped even closer to me, leaning in until her lips were right next to my ear. She gripped my shoulder so hard her nails dug into my jacket, and her voice became a terrifying whisper. “What I want to show you is way more important than that right now. It is proof. Real proof that the shapeshifters are still inside this school.” My breath caught in my throat, my blood running cold. “What do you mean proof?” I whispered back. “I saw one, Thalia,” she whispered against the dark, her eyes wide with terror. “I just saw a shapeshifter with my own eyes.”

years old) LANDER- An aggressive, cocky and territorial Shifter with a responsibility to his Clan and his father to protect and serve his Clans Men. A Guardian. Third oldest of the Brothers. Described as Homophobic with a penchant for sneering, mean spirited jokes and a dangerous temper. A leopard with very little love or care for those outside of his family and a fierce protector of his home. A no nonsense individual, with a hard personality and the supernatural ability to invade the thoughts of others. (Tall, average build, handsome, dark green angry eyes, and sharp blond hair, ? years old)

“Now they are working together.” The ancient enemy growled weakly. “THE TYRANT BREAKS WHAT ALREADY EXISTS.” “THE SHAPER BUILDS WHAT THE TYRANT WANTS.” Aria’s pulse spiked. “And we’re caught in the middle.” The Shaper suddenly lifted one hand. The air immediately answered. Not violently but rather, obediently. The broken terrain shifted. Realigned. Stone transformed and flowed like liquid into smooth, structured formations. The once jagged battlefield transformed into something eerily symmetrical.

Chapter 35 In-between Ezekiels battle the tables had turned quickly on his sibling, as the tides often turn in battle. The third Ghoul, with a bloody, milky hole in its sides gave its last into killing or lashing out as much as it could. Two unfortunate Leopard Shifters laid in the dirt.....screaming, clawing at their chests or arms as the poison quickly branched across their veins and finally reached their hearts.

He rolled his eyes before finally deciding to speak when Giovanni cleared his throat in a threatening manner. "Domenico. Fifth eldest." Dickhead grumbled and bubbles went on with his whispers, "the one with a permanent stick in his ass. He's the Xander." Eh. I can't really say anything. I've been told I'm the female Xander... on multiple occasions. "I'm Nicolo. This guy's triplet. I'm the sixth eldest." Smartass continued while earning a childish eye roll from Domenico. I waited for bubbles' whisper but he quickly added it after sipping his water, "The sarcastic idiot. No brains, all muscle."