روايات وقصص ضمن Mystique Shapeshifter

"This is the one." I took the book to one of the nearest tables that had a lamp attached to it. I opened it quickly, searching for the page which had listed its weaknesses. "Wait, that's the one." Ivan put his hand on the page before I turned the page again. I looked through it, reading the description. Cloudy Shapeshifters that have the capacity to shift into any living being and can take onto the resemblances of a dead person. They can take away the life of any being once they trap them in their circle of red lightning and dark suffocating clouds.

" She sighs All four of us created by Goddess Hecate have many powers, among which is shapeshifting, to make it easier for us to blend in with the humans and difficult for our enemies to recognize us. Hell, we couldn't even recognize each other without a special stone that would glow, and only visible to the four of us." "Let me guess, your lover was also an ancient witch?" I ask She chuckles "You guessed right." "Then why couldn't you recognize each other?"

She was the one with the secrets, she knew exactly what was going on. “Why can I see the shapeshifter?” I inquired again, not wanting to talk about my ancestry, “Why does it seem like I am the only one he can speak to? The legend says only a Lycan, the highest breed, is able to sniff out such shapeshifters. Tell me, what's going on?” She looked at me for a while before a small smoke slowly crept up on her face, “Aiden?” She called and he immediately stepped into the room, “she might need you”

His wolf is visible beneath his skin, trying to shift and failing, trapped between forms in a way that must be agony. "James?" I keep my voice gentle, non-threatening. The shifting stops. His features stabilize into a young man's face, twisted with pain and terror. "Don't—" His voice cracks. "Don't come closer. I can't—I'm not—" His eyes roll back. When they refocus, they're ancient and cold. "Well, well. Hope Whitmore herself. The Council's little miracle child." The voice is wrong, layered with centuries of malice. "Come to save the poor, fragmented boy?"

My heart pounds in my chest as I strain to listen, my eyes scanning the shadows for movement. And then, from between the trees, a figure steps out—its shape shifting and twisting as if it can’t decide what it wants to be. One moment, it’s a wolf, then a bird, then something entirely else. Its eyes, glowing with an eerie light, lock onto mine. A shapeshifter.

she said. “Then make me understand.” I replied, glaring at her. “Truth is, after what happened in the tank, I discovered that I could shift info my wolf form at will.” She said. Hearing that, I opened my eyes wide in surprise. “That's not possible.” I said. “A person has to be at least twelve years of age to be able to transform into their wolf form.” I replied.

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 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.

They just wanted to admire the beauty that was sitting not too far from my table and that was exactly what I did. “Oh, my God. Ava, I can’t believe this! That is the guy!” Jasmine exclaimed silently with surprise after she first seemed to have lost her voice for a few minutes. “Wait! What are you talking about?” I asked curiously. I hoped it isn’t what I was thinking. “The Guy! The guy I was talking about yesterday. The guy that was giving off the werewolf vibe. That’s him!” Jasmine explained happily with dreamy eyes, while Micheal on the other hand was just looking at the way the two ladies sitting with him were blatantly staring at other guys without shame. He was mostly looking at me. I w

“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.”