Mystique Shapeshifter Novels & Stories

Darius dissolved into mist. A collective breath of confusion swept through the Lockwood pack. Had they won? Was it over? Then another Darius appeared. And another. And another. *"What the—"* Isla's mental voice was a mixture of shock and disbelief. "The Mystic," Miranda said softly beside her. "This is why he's feared. He doesn't just shapeshift. He can create duplicates of himself."

The only creature this magnificent is a werewolf-vampire hybrid, one of the most powerful creatures in the world. “Trust In your heart and you will find yourself,” Nimue said while examining the locket. “I recognize that spell. Its purpose is to conceal your powers until you find you—you trusted your heart… You—Yo” she added shakily. “I told you to let him be” Kaya growled while shapeshifting into her wolf form. Her wolf was white as the snow. Her fur, short over her body and longer at the neck, it was smooth and shiny. Her stance was confident and her body appeared more muscular now. Steel grey claws extended from her paws. Ivory's teeth appeared between the jaws as she stepped closer to Ni

the only lines of the song that I understand. “Are you singing about the moon goddess?” I ask. “Yes and Mystics were originally meant to be connected closely to Lycans. Once they were divided into Werewolves and Vampires, things changed, but with you and your mates and Lilly and I, that will change again. We once again will grow closer. Lilly is a hybrid, the first in a thousand years that is Mystic and werewolf,” Dee hums. “You will be mated to my son who will be Lycan and werewolf and perhaps have tribrid children,” I reply.

He raises his hand to slap me. Catching his wrist inches from my face, I smile as a growl leaves me. Shari has been teaching me to control the shift so I can stand on my hind legs. I can shift to either wolf or Lycan. Zarah is special. She holds that ability. Zarah slowly comes forward as white fur sprouts along my arm, long black dagger like claws erupts and I stand tall. Licking our teeth, Morpheus’s eyes widen. Shock and fear display on his face.

"I told you months ago that I'm a shapeshifter." My eyes fly wide and I take several steps back. "Okay I know for a fact that's not possible," I murmur. She tilts her head. "A shapeshifter is a different breed Kaine, there is much I can do that a normal leopard cannot. Talking for example," she says. Her voice sounds almost the same, but there's a growling undertone that's making Lucifer go crazy. "Can you shift into anything else?" I ask. "At the moment? No. Shapeshifting is one of the more difficult skills to master. It can take centuries to be able to shift into more than one creature, I've only been at it for about a decade," she tells me.

Silvia POV We race back through the streets of Loop City. We are an unlikely pack. Even a few weeks ago would never have been bold enough to run out in the open like this, in our true forms. Two werewolves, a seer, and a troll. Well, one werewolf, a shapeshifter (métamorphe!), a seer, and a troll. Though in truth I don't know what a shapeshifter's true form would be. For now Tidiane has reassumed his werewolf guise. Though I think I would have remembered if I had ever before seen a wolf with gold and pink curls.

The expression of determination on the dark-skinned woman's face turns into a mixture of shock and surprise. The magical energy pulsed intensely, creating a whirlwind of light and shadow around Marcus. The Captain hesitates for a moment, lowering her spear. She cautiously observes the transformation taking place before her eyes, realizing that something extraordinary is happening. The Triad members, initially surprised, regain their composure and assume a defensive posture. The spiritual advisor, Xalithor, extends his hand toward Marcus, as if preparing to cast a spell against the enemy in front of them. Meanwhile, the magical aura around Marcus begins to slowly dissipate, revealing a new fo

She walked up to me, taking a quick glance at the old book on the table and pointed at the word I was looking at just now, "'Myrmecoleon', an ant-lion hybrid. I highly doubt Sarah is one, but considering her abilities, she may be able to shape-shift into it." Oh. Wait, an ant-lion hybrid? How does that even work? Off point. "So she is a shapeshifter, but what kind?" "A special kind that I don't think you can find so easily by flipping through these enormous stacks of books." She said, her icy blue eyes racking over all the books I had pulled down from the numerous shelves in here. "I don't know what to do." I said, sounding frustrated as I plopped back down on my seat. "We need to know what

I say and Mystique turns her head to me and stands before she walks towards me, her ears flat against her head. “Sit.” I say and she does. I look at Rebel and she nods her head. “Seek and hold the target.” I say as Mystique takes a long sniff of the glove. Her green eyes seem to burn brighter when she growls and turns towards the door. “Move back!” I shout as Mystique moves with her catlike grace, her tail low to the ground, her shoulders rolling with every step. As she reaches the top of the steps, she lifts her nose, sniffing the air, before sniffing the ground. She walks slowly down the steps when she roars like a tiger and leaps forward over the bikes and takes off.

That was solidly imprinted on her telepathically, how on earth is she back here? “Oh no I’m not Lisa, let me prove that to you.” She instantly morphed into my dead sister, Madeleine. Who is she? What is she? “I’m a shapeshifting wolf, and who I am doesn’t really matter. I just want the both of us to work together,” She introduced herself with a smirk on her lips. “Your power is an interesting one.” I pointed out as I began to also approach her. The ability to shape shift, I wonder what I could do with that.