Mystique Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

I will try to talk him down. ‘Who the hell is Jasper!’ I thought to myself. ‘His wolf, you silly human! Do as I say before he does attack, and we have to take him down!’ I did as she instructed, and Tammy followed suit. Corinne was whimpering and silently sobbing as she tried to keep hold of our hands, terrified of the man growling in front of her. I squeezed Corinne firmly before gently releasing her and placing my hands in my lap. I could feel Mystic push further into my mind. I noticed his fingers were morphing into claws, and his arms were beginning to sprout dark brown and white fur. I suddenly felt like I was looking through a fish-eye lens as Mystic took control.

“Mr. Lawrence calls me. Between, I want to know why the jackals were fighting the air after you fell.” A confusion stayed on my face for a while, and then a tiny voice of my wolf spoke to my mind, “she can’t see the witch, only the shifters and superhuman beings can see her.” And then I dropped my confusion off my face, looked into her eyes, and said, “you shouldn’t know this.” “Why, Leslie?” she asked “How do you know my name?” “You shouldn’t know this, too,” she said, looking away. “It sounds like revenge.”

“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

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.

She couldn't afford to be unprepared, not with so much at stake. In a secluded part of the forest, Zyra stood poised, her eyes closed as she concentrated on summoning her powers. The ground beneath her feet trembled slightly as she tapped into her Lycan strength, feeling the surge of energy course through her veins. She opened her eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, and took a deep breath. With a swift motion, she leaped into the air, her speed enhanced by her vampiric agility. Landing gracefully, she conjured a small flame in her hand, a manifestation of her witch heritage.

"I was misguided, driven by my fall. But I have learned that the true enemy is not your kind, nor the vampires. It is those who seek to exploit our divisions for their own gain." Before Marinetta could respond, a commotion erupted below. She looked down to see a figure shifting forms, moving through the crowd with ease. It was Morpheus, the ancient shapeshifter, spreading chaos and confusion among their ranks. "Morpheus!" she shouted, leaping from the balcony. She landed gracefully and confronted the shapeshifter. "Stop this madness!" Morpheus smirked, his form flickering between different faces. "Madness? No, Marietta, this is survival. I sow discord to weaken our enemies. But if you wish f