Mystique Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

“mm..m.My name is Ray the hawk, y.. you majesty, and I’m a in charge of the hunting team of this village, mostly because of my good skills in hunting with the bow and detecting ability in stalking the pray, m..my king” Don’t disappoint me or you will…… get obliterated… body and soul. Come general.. Take your reward. He come limping because of fear but his eyes as bright as the stars, he cant run from this thing, especially after becoming like him somehow. “Give me your hand”, while kneeling, I raised my hands and one of them get some wound like scratch, not deep but shallow wound, but further power start filling my vines, like I can transform any time I like.

Due to their werewolf heritage, a non-original werewolf-vampire hybrid's strength and speed are heightened further during a full moon and at its peak in their werewolf forms. Shapeshifting/Transformation Control: Due to their vampire side they can shapeshift. Non-original Hybrids have the ability to shapeshift/transform into their werewolf form at will and at anytime that they desire, compared to that of a normal Werewolf. They have complete awareness as a wolf, but they have no conscience or control of their actions in werewolf form. They can also perform partial transformations, manifesting single features of their werewolf forms. A non-original Hybrid can stay in Werewolf form longer than

This is the time to make things right and prepare everyone. 'My love, I agree with you… and I think you need to do this before they start to break loose and our battle begins…' I hear Meadow answer to my thoughts. She is absolutely right. As I turn and face my warriors, I reach to them mentally. 'My people, my family. I do not need to repeat how serious this battle going to be for us… You are aware of how much danger we have been since the necromancers have started attacking… But right now, as we wait for their final move, I have to come clean about a very deep and personal secret I have been holding on you all…' I begin and I feel the eyes and minds of hundreds bored into me. 'I hope you un

She didn't know of any such animal. "A lycanthrope. A shapeshifter with the ability to change at will to either a wolf-like creature or a human being." Madam Yvonne declared.

"Until your form is as dangerous as your human stubborness." Despite everything, I smile. And I feel it through the bond. The slight easing of his possessive terror. The next morning, I'm in training chamber with two paranormal women. Mira, an ancient vampire, and Kess, a shapeshifter with eyes that shift between human and animal. "The transformation will happen in stages," Mira explains. "First, you'll develop enhanced senses. Then strength. Then the ability to shift partially into form. Full transformation will take weeks." "W form will I have?" I ask.

Poor Isaac was killed by this sickish monster. "So what are you then? A shapeshifter?" I inquired with a disgusted look. "That's close enough. You see all these crappy books and fairy tale bullshit has gotten the whole world mind warped about the true concept of what exactly is a shape shifter but darling I am the real deal. I'm the all powerful trickster Alectryon" he boasted with an evil smirk. In all I learnt about how to kill a shape shifted was they could only be killed by either ripping out their hearts which was a messy option and would require me using my magic which I couldn't risk doing, the other way to kill one was by staking its heart with a wooden stake and honestly that option

I didn’t want to listen, I could scent my mate, I knew it was her. The moment I touch her, her teeth sink into my wrist. There was a look of hunger in the brown eyes as she gripped on, pressing her teeth down to the bone. Other’s come out of the bushes, sinking their teeth into me as Freya looks on. The man who had been with the Rogue moves close to her, kissing her on the cheek. He thanks her for leading them to me. These were not wolves. These were shapeshifters. People that could shift into any creature they wanted. It meant that they had seen Lana, they could only shift into something they had seen. She was nearby.

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.”

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."

“They want me to have sex so that they can have a lineage of white wolves.” She could see the rage in his eyes, “Do they want to rape you?” “No, they said they would give me time to fall in love with the one I would be breeding with.” “What the fuck? Are they also white wolves?” “No, they’re Mystics, half white and half black wolves. They’re known as Mystics.” “This is getting more fucked up by the minute.” “According to them, I’m called a Muraco.” “What in the genuine fuck?” “I know, but they said that they would take me by force if push comes to shove.”