Novel & Cerita Shape Shifters Book

The sound startled him; he couldn’t remember laughing aloud. "Very funny, Zendedari. I’m so glad you find this amusing. Those people actually formed themselves out of fog, like something in a movie." She gave a punch to his arm for emphasis. "Explain it." "Shape-shifting is easy once you are strong. When I said we run with the wolf, I meant it literally. We run with the pack. We can fly with the owl and become the air." He pushed back the wet hair framing her face. "Why is it you are not cold?"

A thin book wedged between two larger ones. "Shifting Disorders in Common Bloodlines." My heart started racing. I pulled it out with shaking hands. The cover was worn and faded, but the pages inside were clear enough. "Chapter Three: Incomplete Transformations." I could barely breathe as I read. "Some wolves experience difficulty completing their first shift. This can be caused by trauma, fear, or psychological blocks..." This was it. This was what was wrong with me. I kept reading, my excitement growing. "The following ritual has been used successfully to break through mental barriers preventing full transformation..."

I cut in gently, lifting the book in my lap, “I’d like to get back to my story. I’m just at a very interesting page.” I didn’t look up again. I turned a page I wasn’t reading, letting silence be my shield. A few seconds later, she left. Only when I heard the door click shut did I lower the book and exhale. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the arm of the chair. I stared at the door, heart pounding. That wasn’t Siora. Whoever it was… well I only know of one person that can shift, Xareth. I took deep breaths, I have to be careful.

“You don’t have to hurt anyone. You don’t have to fight. You’re… alone now. But you don’t have to be angry. You don’t have to be dangerous.” The shapeshifter paused. Its black limbs stilled slightly, eyes flickering with something faintly like recognition—or hope. Adonis stepped forward, aura flaring just enough to surround the shapeshifter in warmth, not force. “You’ve lost your handler. You’re confused. But you can choose. You can stay in this storm and risk everything… or you can let it go.” The storm seemed to hold its breath. Lightning struck nearby, illuminating the shapeshifter’s frame. It shivered, limbs collapsing inward for a moment, then extending again.

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

Chapter 14: The Shape Shifter Tangerine had been through a lot in the past few days. She had learned the truth about her past lives, found out that her husband had betrayed her, and discovered that her best friend was actually a shape shifter. But despite all this, Tangerine felt a newfound sense of purpose. She was determined to protect the world from evil, no matter what it took. As Tangerine sat alone in her apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She felt like she was being watched, and her instincts told her that danger was lurking around every corner.

The magic that now thrummed through our veins, it had altered Rayna as well as myself. ‘No, they are nothing like werewolves. Though, there are some bear shifters farther down the mountain, but they’re rather peaceful unless provoked.’ He replied, ‘Shape shifters have no form for themselves, so they steal the form of who—or what they can. They’re easy to kill when they’re mimicking someone else. It’s their real face you don’t want to see. It’s easy to avoid them. My advice: if you see your brother in these woods, or perhaps a familiar face, do not approach. Turn around, and pray like hell there aren’t more hiding nearby, or be ready for one hell of a fight.’

(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…”

She left followed by which Samuel comes to me looking tensed. “What’s wrong? Are they coming?” He shook his head making me worried thinking what can be something else to have the guts of making him worried. “Then what is it? Stop with the suspense.” I growled. He breathed deeply, “Shapeshifters… They are waiting for the shapeshifters.” And, everything just made sense. “One of the guards informed. He said he heard it when the rogues were discussing it.” I raked my finger through the strands of hair, the shapeshifters are quite dangerous in comparison with the bloodsuckers and the rogues as they can shift into your close one and attack easily. “But…” He continued seeming not sure of what he ha

His chest trembled with the precarious lift of hope. “Danny, I want to explain a few things. They’re important.” Mahisar’s voice smoothed into instructor and oracle. “You are a shape-shifter. What sets you apart is this: when you phase into an animal, it becomes wholly you. You never depart from it. It is not a separate spirit, as it is with were-beings. Were-beings must share the spirit of the animal they inhabit. That duality can make them weak. You are not weak.”