Shapeshifter Marvel Novels & Stories

“I don’t know how many times I will have to say this before it sticks, Darius is not a child. He isn’t the weak, wolfless Alpha that used to stay here, he is fucking hybrid. A rare wolf that is stronger than you and a witch that did something no one else has ever done. If there is anything I know, whoever captured Darius should be afraid of him.” She was right. Darius was physical now one of the strongest entities on the earth and yet I still saw him as the fragile man without his wolf. I knew that he would be safe wherever he was, but this entity, this shapeshifter was old. He had knowledge of old magic that Darius must not have stumbled upon yet, if it came to a duel, Darius may not be abl

I could see the paramedics working frantically, could see the oxygen mask over their face, and could see how carefully they were moving. I wanted to look away. But I didn't. I just felt as if something just glued me down. Then I saw it. His face. His burnt body. I just keep looking. As I know Darell definitely has some connection with the shape shifter. So It's definitely not him. It's a shape shifter. But when I saw his hand, around his ring finger, I felt as if something had flown off my head. And I remember Darell's words, “A shapeshifter can take another person from but definitely not every small detail.”

Lucky’s POV. We are all in position as we wait for the moment the doors close and lock. It was surprisingly easy to get in. Well, once we subdued some of the guards. Rebel and the Mother’s Revenge just shapeshifted in front of us. A tech only they possess. They can change their looks, voices, even their gender with the spy implant that is under their skin. One touch of it from the wearer has them change instantly. “The victims are all here. We have eyes on them. Some of the girls are already working on getting the locks opened. The victims are cooperating.” Rebel’s voice sounds in my ear as I scan the area. The banquet hall is immense.

Poor Isaac was killed by this sickish monster. "So what are you then? A shapeshifter?" I inquired with a disgusted look. "That's close enough. You see all these crappy books and fairy tale bullshit has gotten the whole world mind warped about the true concept of what exactly is a shape shifter but darling I am the real deal. I'm the all powerful trickster Alectryon" he boasted with an evil smirk. In all I learnt about how to kill a shape shifted was they could only be killed by either ripping out their hearts which was a messy option and would require me using my magic which I couldn't risk doing, the other way to kill one was by staking its heart with a wooden stake and honestly that option

“But what you need to understand is that anyone mating with a true shapeshifter will have babies like that. They won’t bear pups, or cubs. They’re highly sought after, and that’s why I took them in. They didn’t ask to be born this way, and for anyone to exploit them, well I won’t have it. When I found them they were in a bad way, being hunted. She could turn into a fly or ant and go into places easily. She could rob places, steal things and that’s appealing to a lot of people obviously. She could be made to be a pitbull and put into fight pits if the wrong person got ahold of her. Makes me sick. But when we’re shifted, no matter the animal, we are all keenly aware there’s always something hi

She lays it on the floor in the middle of our huddle and flicks through the brittle, browning pages. Inside, there are illustrations of creatures. I quickly see Lycans and Werewolves and Humans, as well as Witches and Wizards. But then she stops and shows us a whole picture on a page. It’s the picture of some kind of humanoid form, melting and dripping on the floor. White dead eyes. Shadow surrounding it. Gammie looks at us with a grim expression. “The thing that we are up against is the most dangerous of all. The Shape Shifter.”

"I was misguided, driven by my fall. But I have learned that the true enemy is not your kind, nor the vampires. It is those who seek to exploit our divisions for their own gain." Before Marinetta could respond, a commotion erupted below. She looked down to see a figure shifting forms, moving through the crowd with ease. It was Morpheus, the ancient shapeshifter, spreading chaos and confusion among their ranks. "Morpheus!" she shouted, leaping from the balcony. She landed gracefully and confronted the shapeshifter. "Stop this madness!" Morpheus smirked, his form flickering between different faces. "Madness? No, Marietta, this is survival. I sow discord to weaken our enemies. But if you wish f

“We could have fun with you. What a shame.” A shiver of disgust ran through me and Kohen struck his face hard enough to make him fall. “Is he a.. human?”I hesitantly asked while trying to observe him. “A shape-shifter. They are a rare species and highly annoying because they can shift into any species they want without actually inheriting their power.”Jake answered, looking pissed off. It was the first time I heard about them. “Do you think the others are like him?” “Only way to find out. What do you say? Will you sing for us, chameleon?”

“He knows you, he recognizes you, don’t forget that—“ He sputtered as he spoke, he was scared for her, scared for what the Perez’ would do to her when they find her. Just before he was about to complete his statement, he saw something he’d never seen before, he knew Valerie to be powerful but hadn’t expected that she would be extremely powerful. The only shape shifting ability the wolves had was to shift from being a wolf to being human but this was completely different. His jaw dropped as he saw his own self standing right in front of him, he was shook to the bone and everything around him suddenly became senseless, Valerie had shifted into him, she was standing in front of him with his own

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