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"Listen up. All of you, pay attention. Today you will put you blindfolds on. As a hunter you must be able to fight without depending on your sight but other senses." I demonstrated by walking toward the bear shifter, his aura is thick which means his bulky of big. "Common big guy bring it." "I can't fight a woman." I faced the audience and turned my back on the guy and he seems to relax his defense. "Shifters can shapeshift, demons can lurk in the dark, vampires can manipulate, fae can put on a glammor spell and a woman can be Jezebel."

As it passes by me, I strike, the blade slicing through its fur and drawing blood. The creature howls in pain, its form flickering as it stumbles back. I don’t give it a chance to recover. I move in swiftly, the blade flashing in the dim light as I strike again, this time aiming for its heart. The shapeshifter lets out a final, guttural growl before collapsing to the ground, its body shifting back into its original form—a twisted, unrecognisable mass.

Thankfully, I was fortunate. “Who told you that shape-shifting is as laidback as how you perceive it?” Phyllis asked. I took a step back and watched her stoop to pick two twigs; she used a twig to pull two horizontal lines as she spoke, “Shape shifting is really agonizing. Before you learn to transform, you should make sure you have sufficient power to bear the turmoil it brings to you later on.” She stands straight, “Unless I see that you are ready, I would not allow you to transform. So you have no choice but to use the sword to defend yourself, as I would not be there to do that all the time.”

(Everything probably has a but because every race has a butt-I hope…) She just smiled again, looking a tad irritated and continued. “There is the chance you may be a shape shifter.” “A what?” “A shape shifter, you change form.” She said, looking irritated and now showing it. “Sorry is that bad?” “Seeing that the vampires and shifters declared war against each other, it may be the slightest of problems.” “Okay, I realized you used the plural for problem. What else is bad news?” I sounded exasperated. “Well it consists of more…much more training to control and use magic…”

I have no money to pay him off, I have no power to scare him away, and I'd probably be with him forever or till my body finally gives up fighting. I pushed through alone to the slap and sting of sunlight outside the building, Intoxicated with the exhilaration of freedom. I suddenly wanted to be a bird and feel my wings as they soared through the sky. With patience, I looked around for a shed where I could shapeshift and prepare to spread my wings. I was midway through the shapeshifting process when a man walked in on me. With fear, I quickly reversed the process and walked out Hoping he didn't see anything.

I can feel the heat surrounding me, filling the room with energy and light. The Shifters stare at the shape, their red eyes piercing the light with its darkness. After a second, they all begin to enter the form, taking it on board as if they were all in line to enter a cruise and embark on a magical journey. Amazement still overwhelms me as each of the Shifters enters the form. I can feel it pulling at me, and I hesitantly let go. The shape moves away, and I can see that it really does look like a boat, flying through the sky as if it were the ocean. It takes me a few seconds after the boat disappears to realize what I had done.

Making me believe that I am in charge at everything, that he is the one who is getting controlled by me, but in reality I am the only one around the opportunity. Maybe I changed, but still the same yhra, who is stupid, thirsty for the love of the person who has no hope of change. If he really changed, it should be. But he had a child, still managed to go crazy, for his own satisfaction. Remeon changed, healed to cheat and spin, and I am always the same Yhra to his eyes, he can manipulate easily.

And when I hit, I’ll hit from the inside, where no one will see it coming. She looked out over the crowd, and a slow, dark laugh bubbled up from her chest. The notion was so delectably dastardly, so terribly in keeping with her quest for vengeance. She had learned the magic of lieu de transformation — shapeshifting magic, a timeless trade among the witches. It was risky, but it would succeed. She could be anyone, wear their visage, imitate their voice, breeze past their defenses unnoticed.

While also researching her mother's death, the reasons for a tiger to kill her mother might be two 1) Either the tiger was hypnotized Although many found this reason as dumb. Zia back in her village always heard from a kid who bullied her that his father is a great hypnotist. Animal or human, anything and everything can be hypnotized by him. By getting that in her mind, "there might be others who can do that too" is what she thought and started searching for them. While 2) Might be the work of a shape-shifter. Shape-shifters are high in demand for almost 20 years now when a shape-shifter defeated a powerful monster, absorbing its image and also its power.

I said, folding my arms in an effort of self control. He snorted at me. “What makes you think you could free someone from a Shade without killing them when no one else can? Not city folk, free folk or even the Scorchers can do it. Once you're Taken you’ll never be free again until you're dead. You know that as well as I do.” "As long as I had breath in my body I'd search for a way, and if in the end that meant trading my soul for theirs, then that's what I'd do."