Marvel Shapeshift Novels & Stories

the wizard encouraged. “George, I need you to go out the city and help with the evacuation process. Mark, you are just new and I believe your shape shifting ability will be of great use to me at this moment. I will need you to shift to Shiva’s worst night mare” George turned around and looked at the wizard. “Don’t tell me you are talking about Ikarus?” the wizard smiled mischievously. “Of course am referring to Ikarus” “I hate to admit it to you but then, I may be a shapeshifter, but I don’t necessary have the tool of any of the body I take possession of” Mark explained.

I point to the cat's genitals "That's why lad." “She’s not a cat nor a which…. She is a shapeshifter, and can turn into anything that she had bonded with provided they have bonded to and who had bonded back with her. It's like imprinting” Jackson says. "Can you smell these things?" Markus asks him, looking at him exasperatedly, "No Mark, Shapeshifters don't discriminate against genders!" Picking Tom up I turn to the boys "So does either of you know how we can fix him... Errr, her? Or is she stuck like this forever?" Scratching his beard Jackson Turns and takes a deep breath then looks back at us shaking his head then looks at Markus.

The sounds of laughter and chatter from my tribe floated in the air, wrapping around me like a shared blanket. With a defiance that came naturally from years of shapeshifting unapologetically, I let the transition take over me, shedding my bear form for my human body. I emerged completely naked into the welcoming warmth, unfazed by the knowing glances of those who saw. Shapeshifters are used to the bare truth of existence—clothes are just a convenience rather than a necessity. To the children of the tribe, we often taught that shifting was a natural act, an experience to be embraced rather than one to hide in shame. However, we tried to shield their innocent eyes from unnecessary exposure to

Someone with resources. But if they're the ones who took Mom, why are they trying to kill us? Or are these a different faction? "Shift!" Vincent's command cuts through my racing thoughts. He's already transforming mid-stride, his body rippling and reforming with practiced efficiency despite the arrow still lodged in his shoulder. My clothes tear away as my body reshapes itself, bones cracking and reforming, skin giving way to fur. I don't slow down—can't slow down. The forest becomes sharper through my wolf's eyes, every scent amplified, every sound crystalline.

And as my team member its your turn. A shifter who could change into three different forms. I stepped forward before my brain caught up with my body and shifted back into human form. Luckily the clothes we wore helped and it wasn't difficult to shift back into them. Once I righted myself, I glared at him, and he didn't even flinch. Fuck. He looked like him but not him. It was like he wore a glamour all this time. Gone was the guy with the proper suit and tie and hello was this thing. Arrgh. What the actual fuck. fuck. fuck.

That same smirk settles back onto his face, this time carrying something mischievous with it. “What...” I barely have time to react. He takes a few steps back. Then, before I can ask anything else, before I can make sense of what he means, he pulls down his jeans and shirt and winks at me. And then... he shifts? What the fuck! His body is shifting. It happens fast. Faster than anything I have ever seen. His body bends, muscles pulling and reshaping, bones shifting beneath his skin with sharp, unnatural movements. I hear it. Feel it in the air. The change ripples through him, tearing him out of one form and into another.

"Your life is in extreme, immediate danger. Right now. In this very building." Stacy’s posture stiffened. For a fraction of a second, a shadow of pure shock crossed her face, but she quickly masked it with a hard, defensive scoff. "My life? Sweetie, do you know who the fuck I am? I am Stacy Williams. I’m untouchable in this city."

Dispair cuts through me at the thought of what might be occurring to these two beings. “Is there anything else?” Rowan scrolls through the file and reads out loud. When tested on permutations, D3M04 10RD’s blood revived the creatures. Side effects observed: Creatures do not possess the ability to think freely. Creatures also lack the ability to think and make decisions critically. Creatures have expressed extremely violent behavior, poor impulse control, and lack of remorse as they kill indiscriminately. Tests have shown that shapeshifters between the age of near adulthood are more stable than young or fully adult specimens. A breakthrough is near, and a decision to collect more specimens f

But to fight. So between sitting Brandon down and turning to face his attackers Ezekiel released the energy holding his Shift at bay. He marveled as he did at every Shift in the way that that same energy that had constricted around him, was now changing him, allowing skin and bone to slide painlessly away and reform. In moments his leopard's thick fur and powerful jaws took the place of human flesh.

“I advise you not to struggle, or you will certainly regret it.” “I have no regrets,” he said, his voice light but confident. His eyes flicked towards the wall, and I fell for his bait for following his gaze. I heard the papers flutter to the floor, but when I looked back he was gone. At the window, pecking on the glass, was a hawk. “You son-of-a-bitch,” I said, feeling sick. “You’re the reason Julian can shift. You made him like you!” The bird shrieked and tried to fly over my head. My reflexes were quicker, and it wasn’t hard to grab the shapeshifter by the spine. I threw him to the ground, and the human version of Malachi returned.