Marvel Shapeshift Novels & Stories

Maya I'm sitting in front of Finn while trying hard to concentrate. A lot of time has passed since we set up camp for the night, and after hours, I'm still trying to shape-shift back into a human. Finn is whispering encouragingly. "You can do it, Maya." I take another deep breath and resist the urge to scream when my body breaks bones and forms new ones. Shape-shifting is painful, and when I'm done, I tumble forward. Finn shoves his hand underneath me and catches me in his cupped palm. The landing is soft, and a row of flutters flies through me when I stare at his bent fingers, along with blooming insecurity.

“Oh… Was it assumed I would find your people distasteful or something? It seems a little presumptive and a little offensive to think I would have such a negatively limited opinion of everyone. I didn’t know that was an ability your people had. It’s like going up to a dragon and expect to hitch a ride on their back like they are some airborne mule or horse. You need to teach me about these things.” “True. I’m sorry. Once we are old enough to shift form we can track our path back ourselves. Some can transform parts of their bodies, like their nails to claws. Others their facial features can be altered into a bestial form. But, that is the extent of the partial transformations. Which means

She doesn't deserve this. The boss uses me for my ability to mask my scent and shapeshift. It was very helpful when I was able to successfully enter Parker and Felicity’s home and reprogram their safe room entirely undetected. I have to say, my abilities are very useful, I would just prefer to use them for good and not for these pathetic humans.

"Help me stop this." He tilted his head. Those eyes glinted like twin mirrors to some other world. "When something has begun," he said calmly, "you cannot stop it." And then the pain hit. Hot and wild burning sensation, tearing through my backbone like a thunderbolt. My muscles twisted. Bones cracked. My garments ripped at the seams. I screamed, not from fear, but from the sheer impossibility of what my body was doing. I was changing. Shifting. It wasn't supposed to be possible. The moon was gone. I had never shifted before. Not even get anywhere near.

I can’t picture wandering with them in the same world; thankfully, their realm is different from immortals. Turning the page where it discussed shapeshifters prevented me from finishing the chapter on vampires. It reminds me of my dream in which I saw wolves, and I know they weren’t just regular wolves. They were werewolves. The Shapeshifters. Werewolves are individuals that possess the ability to transform into wolves. Their wolves are twice as large than an average wolf. They are quick and strong, whether in human or wolf form. The size of their wolves dictated where they belonged in their packs.

If I willed it, I could even make people see me as a Divine realm expert! Secondly, I learnt shape-shifting. This one was very much tortuous! Using his true essence as a guide, I had to go through series of pains as he reworked on my bones to strengthen it, and also to make them much flexible than a normal human's. With this type of body, I could even be a perfect fit for gymnastics, back in my homeworld. My joy knew no boundary! With my ability, I could perfectly elongate my physique to shape-shift to even someone the shape of Ruby!

The way all the people were shocked when I told them about 'them' it became clearly obvious that something had conspired between the two races. "Not much," she drawled. "Only that they shape shift, but not like you either." Her words confused me and a frown took over my expressions. "Hold on that look, I am coming there." She said with attitude annoying me in return. "I meant to say, they don't fully shift into something else like you do in your animal. Just specific parts of their bodies transform, I guess. I have never seen any of them. Not even queen Sylva has."

"Is that not better than being a human and growing old? And incase you didn't know. Jet plan to stop shifting after the battle with the councils is over" He scratches the back of his head. "It is more complicated than that. The shape shifters were forced to turn, it was not something they wanted. Although when you are bitten, you do not take the shape you desire, you take the shape of something that reflects your personality, it might be a lioness, Jaguar, fox, and so on. You have met with the shape shifter right? Most of them died, if they cannot handle the pain of transforming, some also died in the process of becoming what they are. It is too much risk because it has a high chance of...."

“Is there any threat in this city the cops can’t handle?” After a brief silence, Derik let out a deflating breath and turned to him. “I’m not supposed to be telling you this, but there are humans living in this city who can transform into some kind of animal. When they change, they possess inhuman abilities like superhuman strength, increased speed, or enhanced senses. Now that’s a threat not even the cops can handle.” “Shapeshifters?” he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, like shapeshifters, but that’s not what they are called. We call them Shifters.”

"I am your guide, your conscientiousness. I am you and you are I. Together we are two halves of one whole. Tonight you are blessed by the gods above. I bless thee, Margot Jane Packwell, with the gift of shape-shifting. Your wolf is your counterpart, animalistic in nature. But together you are one, two equals to one. Be free my child, blessed be." The soft voice disappeared, and I can feel my body beginning to shift. It hurts, Holy shit it hurts. My bones snap and my flesh feels as though it is being torn off. My organs shift as my body expands. I let out a sharp squeal, collapsing to the ground. "Just breathe Mar!" I can here Pete's voice calling out to me. "It fucking hurts!" I scream in ut