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“So, you said you saw a kid who turned into a monster. That’s called a shapeshifter." “Shapeshifter?” I mumbled as write it down in my notebook. Again, I don’t know where in the world I grabbed that. “Shapeshifters, obviously by the word itself, can shift to any kind of creatures. They have glowing silver eyes and likes to eat humans’ heart. But you said the guy you saved was no human at all. That only means one thing,” He looked at me sternly, a hint of worry glimmering in his eyes. “You just encounter a dark shapeshifter.”

They were also envious of the ability that the Special Greeks obtained to help keep the bloodlines as pure as they could be. It was the ability to shapeshift. There were several descendants of shifters that had been hiding out in Cyprus since the war between them. Although there were many species of shifters in Cyprus, Alexander the Great mostly focused on the Special Greeks that could change into a wolf. It was most likely because he desired such power for himself but the Moon Goddess was not pleased with his conquests to conquer the world. It was a blessing that Alexander the Great was not given the specialty of the Moon Goddess. If not, the world that the public knew would be conquered an

They were called shifters, and numerous cases of them flourishing had been set on a few gatherings online. She wrinkled her nose as she looked over through the websites, checking out a few recordings as well as individual accounts that had been confirmed. She observed one that portrayed a huge man growing searing orange hide and morphing into a tiger right in front of her eyes. The picture was a bit foggy, but it would be uninformed not to at slightest concede something like that was possible.

She reads, "'This image of a wolf with the lips raised around the teeth usually means speaking up about what you dislike. This image has been associated with civil wars, rebellions, or uprisings against usurpers.'" She looks at me. "This could mean something, right? Then I looked into the moons. So," she flips a few more pages. "Shifters are decently spiritual. They worship the Moon Goddess, whose name can vary in lore, but mostly it's about a connection to nature and the phases of the moon. Placing the phases around the wolf can mean several things, but mostly, it's a 'backing by the goddess'. So, a righteous cause." Ah. Religious fanatics. My favorite.

My stride is longer and I catch her a few feet from the back steps, taking her down to the sand. "I guess you win," she says with a grin. "I always win." "It's that king stuff that fills your head and makes you impossible to be around." "Shift, Marinah." She closes her eyes and her body mutates. I lift a human Marinah into my arms and carry her inside. "What about you?" she asks when we enter the bedroom. I shift with her in my arms. "Whoa," she says and places her hands around my neck as my size decreases, throwing her off balance.

I mumbled and I heard him chuckled lowly then turn to me " you talk too much Cammy " "what! how dare you say that to my face "I shriek and he rolled his eyes " you brought be to this smelling godforsaken dump hole and I expect me to keep shut like a lost sheep huh ."I half yelled and he nodded like what I just said meant nothing to him "I heard a shapeshifter can also copy their victims powers " he said trying to start a conversation as we walked down the dark stinking street . " well no ,we can copy Identity but not powers only gifted shifters can do such "I said and he hummed lowly the stop walking and turn to me .

Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies. A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention. "What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky. "Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them." The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try. It was practiced, the movement

But nobody was around. It wasn’t Winzi’s. Whoever this presumptuous creature, she gave him an idea. But in his current condition, he doubted if he could do it. Shapeshifting would need a lot of mana to be successful. Trust yourself. You can do it. The voice sounded encouraging. If he could shift into his faerie form, the healing might be quick. Right, that was the only way to escape his inevitable death. He prayed his strength would not betray him. He felt that the voice he heard could be trusted.

It's called "Shapeshifters: A Comprehensive Guide." "This looks promising," I say, taking the book down from the shelf and flipping through the pages. Ryder stands next to me, watching as I scan through the pages. "Anything useful?" he asks. I nod, my eyes glued to the text. "Yeah, actually. It says here that shapeshifters can control their transformations with practice and concentration." "That's good news," Ryder says, relief evident in his voice. "But it also says that they need to establish a strong connection with their mate to control their shifting," I add. I feel hopeful. I have a feeling I will finally learn more about Flutter.

he laughed out loud at her dumfound expression. “It’s not werebear or weretiger. It is called shapeshifters and we are one of them” he stifled his laughter “Then can that owl be a shapeshifter?” her eye is now focused up to a tree, pointing her finger at a perverted owl, preaching on the tree branches. For a moment, Orion thought she is joking but her eyes oozed innocence. “Are you serious?” Orion asked and she nodded frantically. “Selena, no one is going to look at your body. In fact, all of them will be naked for a few seconds before they shift. It is normal for us to see each other naked” he explained but still, she is not convinced.