Mystique Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

"Then over time he changed. He said it was because he felt so guilty tearing those people up and being hunted down, that his mental image of himself changed and that's when he changed into the giant wolf shape. But, Marie, that took him hundreds of years. I am so screwed." "I am starting to think the same thing, Casey. I am so far off kilter right now. Immortality, shape changing, and psychic connections; fuck, this is surreal." "You ain't just whistling Dixie through your pussy lips on that one dear."

"Alpha Aragon changed his mind and sent a Mystwolf. He will arrive tomorrow." My back straightened. My eyes widened. Alpha Aragon had previously judged that White Moon did not have the appropriate security to protect his precious Mystwolf, but then he changed his mind? Even if Xavier bribed him with a hunk of diamond for this exchange, I wouldn't care. I was so grateful. "The Alpha explained that the Mystwolves are basically witches born from wolves. So they are more capable of handling magic problems in werewolves." "This is really good news. I really appreciate your efforts to persuade Alpha Aragon without giving up," I said, touched.

But we'll be more so. Morgan shifted back, the transformation seamless. "Traditional Alphas shift between human and wolf. We can do more." "More?" "Partial shifts. Multiple forms. Eventually, you'll be able to take shapes that exist nowhere in nature." She smiled at Elena's shocked expression. "The goddess doesn't bind us to conventional forms." "Show me." Morgan's hand transformed, not fully wolf but something between. Claws extended from human fingers, fur rippling along skin that remained mostly human. "This takes years to master. But useful for situations requiring both human dexterity and wolf strength."

A burning in my gut told me they were coming for me, though, that Carter was the distraction, not the ones coming from the rear, led by the crazy doctor I’d seen a few minutes ago. “These others, Cass, are they as dangerous as Carter?” Cadence asked, glancing down at the street like she suddenly realized it was time to go. I felt for a moment before I answered. “No, but a few of them are shapeshifters. There’s at least one wolf.” I could see them with my mind, but they weren’t all completely clear, maybe because of the fog. I decided to try to cancel that somehow, though I wasn’t sure how. I also wanted to keep her from communicating with her troops, but again, that was something I’d never d

“I’m still wrapping my head around that she can transform into a hybrid, which is only in our storybook, Duke. I have a theory that she might be a werewolf-witch hybrid because her wolf is big and white, but never in a million years have I thought of her as a descendant of Lycans.” “Yeah. Me too. I’d never met one of her kind. I guess we’re lucky enough to see one. And you’re a lucky bastard, Cal. How does it feel?” “Surreal." I chuckled. "Hence the disobeying, always meeting me in the eye. It’s not that she wants to do it and take orders or resist. It’s in her nature to be authoritative and give orders.” “Not to mention how strong she is. She cracked the ground.”

When people used to think of shifters they would assume it was a human-wolf hybrid that could change with the full moon. But the humans were very wrong. Shifters are always born human and between their fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, their body would change and transform into their true race. While there are werewolves, shifters could also be many other things. Vampires, werewolves, and witches were by far the most common, while sirens, fairies, and the dreaded angels of the night were more uncommon among the shifting race. The most rare was called the arch angels.

I had personally never met a more corrupt fucker than him, and I had met plenty of corrupt fuckers in my short life thus far. Something that Kalamar figured out, per Angel’s own inquisitive question, was that Mystics were able to absorb elemental abilities, since they were immune to them, and infuse it into their own ability. Her light had mixed with his water affinity, and created a spray of water, which then held light that was as hot as the sun. That meant every single Mystic would be able to harness it this way. There were twenty-four dragons here today between the two thunders. Brynn was reaching out to a couple more that the Council had alliances with. She was hopeful that they would g

Who would even want a weak omega like me in the first place? A sigh escaped my lips as I did my chores. I returned to my room and started looking for what to wear for the mating ceremony. “Alice!” I heard a loud shriek from downstairs and I immediately knew it was my cousin, stacey. I rushed down to her room and she was standing with a pile of clothes with her face red with rage. Stacey is my cousin, my very spoiled cousin at that. She is the only child of my uncle Alpha Lucas and his Luna, Elizabeh Lockheart.

Connect with me using the mana and feel the power of the shift,* Akira encouraged. I nodded and took a deep breath, focusing on the mana coursing through me. With a single thought, I connected with Akira and began to shift. I felt my bones cracking and elongating, muscles bulging and twisting, and a thick coat of white fur sprouting all over my body. It was painful, considering this was the first time I had undergone a shift, but soon enough, the transformation was complete, and I stood on my hind legs, a full Lycan.

On a couch near the fireplace sat a very old wolf in human form, his thin glasses perched neatly on his nose as he read a stack of papers. “Maddox!” Damien’s deep voice broke the silence with a smile on his face. His arms spread wide like he was about to hug the old man. The old man rose slowly, but in a heartbeat, his form blurred and shifted. Bones cracked, fur sprouted, and before me stood a massive wolf, his silver-streaked coat bristling with age and power. Damien’s lips curled into a smirk as he too shifted, his Lycan form towering and regal. He looked magnificent—so magnificent that I forgot to breathe for a moment.