Game Of Thrones Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

It seems like he's satisfied with our distance from the other werewolves. "Yes," I reply. I shift when Alex waves a hand at me. I remain motionless, channeling that rarely used energy in my core, and watch as my tendons separate and reattach and my bones shift and move. Soon, I find myself on all fours, my senses sharpening as my skin turns to pale fur and my canines grow out from my gums.

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

He blinked, as if in both shock and yet, nothing else but this made sense. I leave him to his thoughts, scanning his surroundings instead. "Now that we have come to an understanding, it is clear to me you can not shift because ..." I cock an eyebrow at the crumbs that surround him and the half-eaten cake, which is more or less two times larger than he is. Faeries are not like we wolves. They have no stubborn restless beasts that share their bodies. They shift with magic, reshaping themselves. He gasps, "Are you calling me fat?!"

His eyes, once amber and bold, now gleamed a sickly green, and his veins bulged like thorned roots beneath his skin. “Thane!” I surged forward, but the two guards—half-shadow, half-man—held me back with talon-like hands. My heart pounded, a war drum in my chest, as I watched my best friend collapse to his knees, claws erupting from his fingers, black horns curling from his head. Not wolf. Not man. Something… other. “What are you doing to him?!” Joanna screamed. The Head Witch’s voice came smooth and unbothered. “Fixing what should have never been broken. Power, dearest Joanna, always demands a shape. He offered himself, so I merely... reshaped him.”

I asked. He shook his head. “No.” “Then why was I covered in blood?” I whispered. “I have a theory, but it’s very rare that it happens.” “Tell me.” “Sometimes, when the mother is in distress, the baby can lend their power to her, helping to protect themselves. I think your child helped you,” he explained. “Is my child… a shapeshifter?” I wasn’t sure if I was guessing correctly. Shapeshifters were rare, associated with earth power but at a higher level. It was an incredible gift, and like Darius and me, it was uncommon. “Maybe, Your Highness. It could be.”

Not so much. There are three other new Thrones: a hybrid bear/witch shifter, a panther shifter, and a descendant of Ares who’s also a selkie. (That combo is as chaotic as it sounds.) And for better or worse (definitely worse), Jacob’s in Uriel’s training group with the bear/witch shifter. Right now, they’re working on aerial sword fighting—because apparently it’s not enough to fly or fight, you have to do both at once. The goal is to get them used to their new bodies and how they move in the air. From what my mates say, it’s not unlike learning to run on four legs after your first shift.

I responded, throwing the sleeves of my robe over my arm as the pain still crossed my mind. “I am glad that you are fine but I wanted to speak to you about the shapeshifter that tried to kill you” he started. “Shapeshifter? I thought those were far tales” it made no sense, those were creatures I had seen the library have information on like dragons and dwarves, they weren’t meant to be still thriving. “How was it discovered?” I inquired “I mean, how did you know that it was indeed a shapeshifter?” I asked again.

But something happened just then; the nephew's skin began to sizzle as though it was burning. A shape shifting werewolf; a rarity but it was not impossible. Slowly the man's skin began to burn and it was not until he was fully covered in smoke that the change happened. Once the smoke had cleared, the image of another man replaced the governor. *+*+*+*+*+ “What do we do about the shape shifter?” everybody had left and it was just me and Theo left in the throne room. “We do nothing, it is a distraction. The governor is dead or he was never here to begin with in the first place,” I told Theo. It was the conclusion I had come to.

"It's a shape-shifter, a creature born from darkness and chaos. It's a harbinger of the evil that's coming.” As we watched, the shape-shifter's form continued to shift and writhe. Ava's breathing became more ragged, her chest heaving as if something was sucking the life force from her. "Shirer, do something!" My voice was laced with panic. Shirer's expression turned grave. "We need the blood of someone close to her," she said, her eyes locked onto mine. "The blood of someone who loves her." My confusion was evident, but I didn't hesitate. I held out my hand, and Shirer took it, her fingers wrapping around my wrist. She produced a small, ceremonial knife from her robes and raised it to my pal