Marvel Shapeshift Novels & Stories

I quickly asked, worried about my mate. Has she not returned since? "We haven't seen her, Alpha." My heart stilled as dread washed over me, perturbed that Alpha Sebastian or Stephen might have already taken Annabelle captive. I moved to turn my head and discovered that just like Trav and Jughead, I was also immobilized, unable to move, not even to lift a single finger. Cold sweat beaded my forehead. Shapeshifters are highly physical beings, if we can't move, we can't fight or protect ourselves.

"Alright, could you... explain everything? Like, how did your venom give me the ability to disappear?” Damien turned to face me, his expression serious. "Your new ability is called Veilshift. It allows you to temporarily blend into the fabric of space and time, making you vanish from sight and slip through realms. Triggered by intense emotions, it reacts to your mental state, binding with my venom in your blood. In moments of distress, Veilshift pulls you into a hidden dimension, leaving anyone trying to follow completely disoriented—no trace of you left behind. And," he added, his voice softer, "when you disappear, even I can’t trace you.”

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

My fingers grow weaker as I keep trying to pull the snake Shifter away. Then suddenly... A strange icy sensation rushes into my palm. It feels like something is pouring straight into my veins. Without warning, the snake Shifter releases me and falls to the floor beside me, shifting back into his human form. At the same time, my body shrinks. Now he looks like a giant. He lies there staring at me in absolute horror. “W-What... is this...?” His voice catches, trembling violently. “My physical strength... what did you do to my beast energy—”

She would not let him take everything away from her again. Finally, Tangerine landed a decisive blow, and the shape shifter fell to the ground, reverting to its true form. Tangerine looked down at the shape shifter in horror. It was not like any creature she had ever seen before. Its skin was gray and scaly, and its eyes glowed with a sickly green light. Tangerine knew that this was not the end. There would be more attacks, more enemies to face. But she was ready. She had the memories of her past lives, and she had her friends by her side.

I reminded, raising an eyebrow at him. Faustus Griffith's POV Being a shapeshifter was what made me work as anything I wanted. It is both a gift and a curse, considering the dangers I end up in most of the times. None the less, I listen to my clients' strategies and go along with their task.

I have no money to pay him off, I have no power to scare him away, and I'd probably be with him forever or till my body finally gives up fighting. I pushed through alone to the slap and sting of sunlight outside the building, Intoxicated with the exhilaration of freedom. I suddenly wanted to be a bird and feel my wings as they soared through the sky. With patience, I looked around for a shed where I could shapeshift and prepare to spread my wings. I was midway through the shapeshifting process when a man walked in on me. With fear, I quickly reversed the process and walked out Hoping he didn't see anything.

A consciousness trailing damage like smoke, barely holding together as it tumbled through reality's layers. *First patient,* Nexus observed. *May Nexus help?* "Carefully," I instructed. "We don't know what it is or why it's damaged." Nexus extended tentative tendrils of light, gently catching the falling consciousness. It didn't grab or contain, just offered support. The being that materialized in the sanctuary was unlike anything we'd seen. Partially transparent, constantly shifting between forms, bleeding energy with each transformation. "Shapeshifter," Marcus identified through vampire sight. "But broken. Stuck between shapes."

I really don't know where he's going with this. "Are you talking about shapeshifters? I read somewhere about Native Americans being able to shape-shift." He smiles slightly. "Yes, that's sort of what I'm talking about. There are people who can shift from human to animal. I'm one of those people. I can change from human to animal." Interesting. I must still be unconscious because I swear he just told me he can change from a human to an animal. If I'm dreaming, I guess I'll go along with it.

The doctor also brought out a sheet of paper and handed it over. "We carried out the testing and that was what we found." Valen's forehead creased as he stared at the result, "Shape shifters?" The doctor nodded, "That's our possible guess for now. One thing about shape shifters is that they never have the exact form of the thing they're shape shifting into. It's either less or too much of it. Their claws are going to be longer and deeper than a werewolf's own. The only form that they must be battling with is shaping into a Lycanis." The healer gave the report.