Marvel Shapeshifting Novels & Stories

“sure “ then I was left alone with my thoughts thought’s that at this moment were to dark to dark for my own good , I was letting it consume me the darkness , the pain , the anger , the fury . Then there it was the pain in my back it felt like my spin was spreading to two I scream and fall to the ground scratching at the floor like my life depended on it . I knew exactly what was happening I was shifting so I quickly take my clothes off, the lose of my father, kailb being hurt , now knowing I was going to be killed in the worst way possible finally made me snap in to place my bones continue to snap and rearrange fur seeps out of my skin my hand turn in too paw , my teeth elongate I’m down

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.

She looked confused as she tried to piece it together. “It is a very strong and powerful technique called forging. Once a shape shifter is strong enough and has mastered all forms they can take, they are able to hone in on this trait. It allows the shifter to turn their body into solid objects or clothing. It's been known that some shifters have taken pieces of themselves and turned them into jewelry, weapons, and accessories. Detaching a part of you also allows for the user to control that piece of you no matter the distance, depending on how strong you’ve become using this trait.” “I get it now. Wow Gale, you must be really strong if all that I see is… Well, you!” She comments with a smile

“Maybe you really are looking for a wolf or something. Because let me tell you, I’ve never turned into a beast.” “And that’s one of the reasons why you're special,” he said, walking closer to me. “You can turn into any person. There are no books that exist that show something like you is real. Only human imagination, Myths. Shape Shifters like you, I’ve only seen on tv. With the brothers and Henry, it was the blood.” “Blood?” He nodded.

They began to **change**. Their fur turned into green, crystalline needles. Their eyes turned into hollow voids of emerald light. They grew in size, their bodies twisting into grotesque, insectoid versions of themselves. They were no longer wolves; they were "Hive-Drones," bound to the will of the ship above. "They’re turning our own people against us," General Vance growled, reaching for her sidearm. "It’s not just the shifters," Marcus said, pointing at a second monitor.

A man shifting through reptilian shapes faster than I could track. "Earth-Bestia sends greetings," the wolf-bear-eagle-woman said. "I am Alpha-of-All-Forms. Our reality contains only shapeshifters. Humanity abandoned singular form during the Void War, embracing our animal natures completely. We survived by becoming too fluid for the Void to grasp." Aaron squeezed my hand. Through our Genesis Flame bond, I felt his curiosity and caution. "No singular humans at all?" Marcus asked, clearly fascinated. "None. We evolved beyond the weakness of static form. Every citizen of Earth-Bestia can shift into any animal, any combination, any hybrid state." Alpha-of-All-Forms studied us. "Your shapeshifter

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.

Morrigan insisted. Athena didn’t dispute her statement, her mind shifting elsewhere. Did the Moon Goddess give her a second-chance mate? With her ex-mate’s brother? And what was that about…? “Morrigan, do you know anything about a werewolf shapeshifting?” “We are shapeshifters,” Morrigan responded, confused. “No, I mean… a werewolf changing to another human.” “Taking on another face?” “Yes. Only this wasn’t just about the face. Everything about him changed. Hair colour. Even his height.”

Since she couldn't stay invisible for so long because that power was fading, she quickly shifted herself into a stone and eavesdropped on whatever they were saying. For the first time in her life, she was happy and grateful for being a shape-shifter. In the past, she saw herself as an inferior being since her friends possessed much more powerful powers while she could do nothing apart from posing as trees or whatever, but thanks to Karen and her friends, she was happy to be one of them, the shape-shifters.

He took a running leap in the air effortlessly, shape-shifting as he did so. Pearl gasped and clutched at the soft fur rippling over his body. She closed her eyes against the earth falling away from her and the wind rushing around her. She felt safe and protected in his arms, as strange as those two appendages now appeared. It was amazing to her that he could do that—shape-shift and fly through the air—and expect her to accept it as an everyday occurrence.