Shapeshifter Animal 소설 & 이야기

"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.

Brooke. The ritual was to find my race. From Maddox’s father, I learned that there were two races in the world, human and supernatural. In the supernatural community, there were sub-races, such as shifters, faeries, witches, etc. Shifters were beings having two forms, human and animal, with the capability of changing forms after their eighteenth birthday, the day on which they discover their animal form. According to the type of animal a shifter transforms into, shifters are also divided.

"Nothing—I can't swim. I can't…." He sensed her confusion, and Stralath wondered for the hundredth time—did they have the wrong target? From what the NIRL knew, the fisheri species were masters at camouflage and took shapeshifting to another level. Capable of disappearing into complex terrain or taking on the form of any species in the universe meant that Stralath was at a disadvantage. His kind—the Nukharang—had excellent shapeshifting abilities, which took years of training and needed technological assistance. An implanted device in his shoulder allowed for shape adaption—his current human form.

This time to make sure that they fulfil their revenge to the end and right now, one has already started its blood crave. The Kingrad stood tall as it stared at its prey. Watching out for their movement so that it could catch them off guard. Oh yes, it couldn't wait to hear the crack of their bones. **********Notes********** The Necklace Glossary: Shifters- People who can shapeshift into animals. That doesn't make them less of a human. Not all shifters have abilities. Some find a way to create their abilities. The royal families are the ones that are always blessed with unique abilities.

The guards close the door behind her, and we rush to the small opening to watch, including me. “He called her a shifter. She’s not a werewolf.” She smells nothing like a werewolf. “Girl, there are different kinds of shifters,” Sheril says. “Werewolves are the most predominant ones, but there are also werebears and werecats. Kanda is one of those last two. Never seen her shift, though, so I don’t know which it is.” “Oh. I didn’t know that.” “Zao likes collecting rare people. To him, we’re like animals.”

I wonder if this one has a story to tell. After a few days, the shapeshifter has recovered. It sits up, and I bring it some food and water. It eats and drinks, and then it looks at me, its eyes full of gratitude. It speaks, its voice deep and raspy. "Thank you for saving my life," it says. I nod, and I ask it if it would like to tell me its story. The shapeshifter hesitates, but then it begins to speak. "My name is Lycan, and I am an outcast among my kind. "Lycan tells me about the world of shapeshifters, a world of beauty and danger. They are creatures of the night, able to shift between human and animal form. They live in the shadows, feared and misunderstood by humans. Lycan tells me of t

“They’re like the original werewolves. They’re like regular humans, but at night they shift and go feral. When they wake up in the morning -- if they wake up -- they won’t remember anything. Most don’t even know that they’re cursed.” Luke paused for a bit as we stepped over tree roots and started to climb a small hill, then continued. “The next tier are those who can willingly shift into animals, but just regular animals. They still have a conscience while in their nonhuman form, but no powers. Believe it or not, many cats, birds, and rodents in the human world are actually shifters in their animal forms.” I thought back to my childhood cat, Mimsy. Was she a shifter? She was very clever, and

A man shifting through reptilian shapes faster than I could track. "Earth-Bestia sends greetings," the wolf-bear-eagle-woman said. "I am Alpha-of-All-Forms. Our reality contains only shapeshifters. Humanity abandoned singular form during the Void War, embracing our animal natures completely. We survived by becoming too fluid for the Void to grasp." Aaron squeezed my hand. Through our Genesis Flame bond, I felt his curiosity and caution. "No singular humans at all?" Marcus asked, clearly fascinated. "None. We evolved beyond the weakness of static form. Every citizen of Earth-Bestia can shift into any animal, any combination, any hybrid state." Alpha-of-All-Forms studied us. "Your shapeshifter

Morat bowed, his face showing sincere loyalty. Siron wanted to scream a warning. Don’t trust him! But this was the past. It had already happened. The scenes shifted again, faster now, like fragments of a nightmare. Morat leading Alaric’s armies, waging war against enemies. He fought with gallant bravery, his body moving with speed and strength beyond that of a normal man. In the heat of battle, his body changed, growing larger, skin hardening into scales, claws sprouting from his hands. His true shifter form. He rampaged across the battlefield, tearing through enemies, but always returned to human form once the fighting ceased. Alaric’s forces won because of him.

“What is a creature shifter?” The witch cocks her head to the side and smirks. “Interesting.” “Look,” I snarl. “My cock is getting cold and I am getting impatient.” She looks more amused than before. “A creature shifter is one that can shift into many things. Not just a lycan. The baetyl owner could shift between a lycan and a fae.” “Is the baetyl passed down through families?” I ask. The witch runs her hand down her face like she is annoyed. “No, the God inside chooses who is worthy.”