Game Of Thrones Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

“So, you said you saw a kid who turned into a monster. That’s called a shapeshifter." “Shapeshifter?” I mumbled as write it down in my notebook. Again, I don’t know where in the world I grabbed that. “Shapeshifters, obviously by the word itself, can shift to any kind of creatures. They have glowing silver eyes and likes to eat humans’ heart. But you said the guy you saved was no human at all. That only means one thing,” He looked at me sternly, a hint of worry glimmering in his eyes. “You just encounter a dark shapeshifter.”

Lillah swallowed, eyes fixed on his crotch. “Goddess save me.” She blew out a breath when Rhyland dropped his trousers. Neeri whistled. The dragon-shifter had a monstrously large penis. Not only was he considerably bigger than Alpha Aaron it was also shaped differently. Instead of a smooth round head like a mushroom top it was flipped the other way, looking like a shallow bowl. The dragon-shifter also didn’t have any balls, just a thick shaft that became noticeably wider at the base. Lillah was glad she had taken the potion to induce heat or she might have chickened out.

And the latter can also witness her voluptuous incomparable hour-glass body. ‘I’ll make sure that Cy will give in to sudden release’ She reminded her feminine self. Even the mortal Eoghan was captivated by her glamorous beauty, how much more the beta werewolf Cyrill. Nevertheless, at least now Rozelyn knew the eight different vampires and werewolves aside from a Thaumaturge. She learned earlier that Shapeshifters cannot only shapeshift to animals but also duplicate other people’s faces. In fact, she burst into a boisterous laugh when the newly-healed alpha Avril shape-shifted into Cyrill—but a Cyrill with long luscious hair and huge breasts and an immensely curvy hips.

When I can finally breathe again, I see the female crawling on the bed, completely naked. “What the fuck?!” I say, my voice hoarse from my throat being ravaged. “This is Pilar, angel. She’s a shapeshifter. She’s going to take the image of your old mate out of your head and shift into him,” Lucifer croons to me, moving so that he’s behind me. I feel the oil pouring down my asscrack, but I can’t pay attention to that. My eyes are all on the shapeshifter in front of me.

As it passes by me, I strike, the blade slicing through its fur and drawing blood. The creature howls in pain, its form flickering as it stumbles back. I don’t give it a chance to recover. I move in swiftly, the blade flashing in the dim light as I strike again, this time aiming for its heart. The shapeshifter lets out a final, guttural growl before collapsing to the ground, its body shifting back into its original form—a twisted, unrecognisable mass.

Poor Isaac was killed by this sickish monster. "So what are you then? A shapeshifter?" I inquired with a disgusted look. "That's close enough. You see all these crappy books and fairy tale bullshit has gotten the whole world mind warped about the true concept of what exactly is a shape shifter but darling I am the real deal. I'm the all powerful trickster Alectryon" he boasted with an evil smirk. In all I learnt about how to kill a shape shifted was they could only be killed by either ripping out their hearts which was a messy option and would require me using my magic which I couldn't risk doing, the other way to kill one was by staking its heart with a wooden stake and honestly that option

She was telling me as she retrieved a dark cloak, like the one we had worn when she had taken us out of the castle to speak. I was still warm, but adrenaline was slowly seeping into my veins. "What are you talking about?" "Beta Reiner's goddess-bestowed gift is shape-shifting. He is a shape-shifter, Lucianne. He took my form to trick you." My blood ran cold. "And I told him..."

Around them, the forest remained intact—scarred, but standing. The shifter watched him as the glamour returned. Carefully. Assessing. Unafraid. Declan lowered his weapon, the weight of what he had witnessed settling heavily in his chest. He spoke before questions could rise unchecked. “That creature wasn’t natural,” he said. “It wasn’t shaped by decay or time. It was altered—corrupted in a way I’ve never encountered.” The Strega’s eyes narrowed, thoughtful rather than frightened. The shifter straightened with effort. “It fought like it was trying to move me,” she said quietly. “Like it wanted me somewhere else.”

Hashem translated, “I hope you understand I will never kill you. Noora, she was worthless and ugly, but you, you will give me beautiful, smart babies. You have good child-bearing hips and I will fuck you every single day. You will beg me for it, I will fuck you every day and night for the rest of my life and you will love it. So know this, if you help us, I will be kind and let you go once we have what we want. But if you refuse, you will be my bride, mine for the rest of your days. You will truly be a treasure for me.”

It'd be a miracle if I was to ever survive this. "Look Jaxon, shes morph shifted." The first male says. He looks to have dark hair since there's no lighting other than the opening at the cave to show me what colour but it's dark that's for sure. He's tall and by the feel of his grip on my arm he's strong too. I look over to the other male and see he has lighter hair, but not light enough to be blonde. He's standing near the entrance. Hes tall and muscular by the looks of the silhouette he's showing from what little light we do have.