Shapeshifter Marvel Novels & Stories

Logan gave him an occasional glance before saying, “We need to figure out what to do with you. You can't just stay here forever.” Kai sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, listening to him with rapt attention. Logan continued, half to himself. “You can't stay in a shelter’s. You don’t have an ID. Hospitals’ll just call the cops. And I’m not exactly rolling in cash.” Kai frowned. "Logan... worried?" “Worried doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glanced at Kai—and froze. There was something strange about Kai’s arm. There was a faint shimmer, almost like a bruise, but it moved, sealing shut rapidly. Logan blinked, and it was gone.

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.

A consciousness trailing damage like smoke, barely holding together as it tumbled through reality's layers. *First patient,* Nexus observed. *May Nexus help?* "Carefully," I instructed. "We don't know what it is or why it's damaged." Nexus extended tentative tendrils of light, gently catching the falling consciousness. It didn't grab or contain, just offered support. The being that materialized in the sanctuary was unlike anything we'd seen. Partially transparent, constantly shifting between forms, bleeding energy with each transformation. "Shapeshifter," Marcus identified through vampire sight. "But broken. Stuck between shapes."

"I need a fucking strong drink because I did not sign up for this" And with that she left leaving me alone with 'Charlie' "Charlie? are you okay?" How could he possibly answer me when he had shifted Instead a soft growl sounded "It's okay, you can come out now" I could see him pawing through the blankets, he was somehow stuck so I decided to assist him When he finally got free I was shocked Not at the fact that he had shifted into a tiny pup but at the fact that the colour of his fur coat was half icy blue and half fiery red

"Who sent them, what do they want, why her?" "It's not 'they' it's 'who'," Julian replied and looked at their faces, all of them. "Audrey, she's a shape shifter," he revealed softly. Silence echoed through the room and once again, their eyes were stuck at him, so curious they were, and even lost on an edge of truth and false. "Another supernatural?" Abel asked. "Shape shifter are rare, very rare," Daniel took the explanation. "They take form of any animal they wish, and they can also increase it's size what they want to make them stronger or possess more qualities of the animal form they take."

Attack! I said to the warriors through the pack link. My warrior consisted of eighteen werewolves. Some of them had the ability to fully shift into a wolf, while the same remained with the form of a man but with the abilities of a wolf. It is said that a shape shifter is stronger than those who could not shift but I thought differently. With the right training and guidance, they are both strong in their own ways.

I quickly asked, worried about my mate. Has she not returned since? "We haven't seen her, Alpha." My heart stilled as dread washed over me, perturbed that Alpha Sebastian or Stephen might have already taken Annabelle captive. I moved to turn my head and discovered that just like Trav and Jughead, I was also immobilized, unable to move, not even to lift a single finger. Cold sweat beaded my forehead. Shapeshifters are highly physical beings, if we can't move, we can't fight or protect ourselves.

She missed Richard and was worried about him. "How is he? Is he okay, after being paralyzed for so long by that evil shape shifter?" Noreen asked. "I heard that in order for a shape shifter to survive in the form they're impersonating, their original form must be rendered permanently powerless." "Yes, that's true. Eventually, when the original body becomes too weak, the shapeshifter takes complete control of it, and they can do anything they want, until the original body dies," Edmont said. "And at that point, the shape shifter can assume that original body for as long as they need to, even after they've impersonated another body, they can return to their permanently owned body."

Seeing a being like this pretending to be Alice infuriated Joan to the core. The shapeshifter changed back into its original form. It was a male shapeshifter. “You must be the second child. The one with lesser powers. This should be fun. I could live as you for a while after you are gone” Joan scoffed in disgust as the shapeshifter inched closer to her and she inched backwards. Okay, there was no way she was going down without a fight. She couldn't let this ugly monster in front of her kill her, she wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

With Shadow Soldier hearing, the roar hurts, but the eardrums survive. My body wants to shift, and I fight it. This will be handled as human unless it goes hands on. My eyes burn with fury, and I count to ten silently to control myself. Kill, Ms. Beast pipes in. Oh, shut up, I snap internally. Alden's eyes ignite as he fights his change. I've challenged him, and he knows it. What he doesn't know is that immediately after the change, I have full control of Ms. Beast, and he doesn't have the same control over his. I'm not a "point and kill" Shadow Warrior the first hours after shifting. I'm a thinking, plotting, killing machine more dangerous than he could ever imagine. Ms. Beast knows we can