Shapeshifter Oc Novels & Stories

Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

Very, very bad. "Just stay where you are. I'll share my power with you by fusing us to a half shift. You'll get my claws, eye sight speed and strength. But you have to remember we are at our most vulnerable in this state. Is this what you want to do? We heal slower and we could potentially die if we stay in this form for too long. Are you sure about this?" I die if I jump, i could climb but then I risk the chance of falling and dying anyway, or I could give myself a fighting chance but could still die from the form i take to try and survive.

The distortion in my vision and the roaring in my ears fall away, my attention sharpening to a razor point. "What about her?" I snap. "You do know her?" I wait, my fingers fisting around the steering wheel, ready to rip it off. "An elderly cat shifter showed up here this morning suffering from four bullet wounds, including one to the head that should've killed her. She couldn't shift for a day, but she finally limped into my place, disoriented and badly dehydrated. "Cat shifters?" I repeated, my brain skipping in twenty directions. "Yeah. Jacqueline Dumont. You know her?"

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I transformed into my wolf form, joining my security team and gamma. In the chaos, one rogue caught my attention. This rogue possessed a rare gift—a shape-shifter known as Glabor. Glabor had the ability to shift between forms seamlessly, switching from human to a fearsome hybrid state. In his glabro form, he displayed a mix of human and werewolf traits, making him a strong and commanding presence. Glabors were believed to be extinct.

EMILY. As I walked into work that day, a lingering unease gnawed at my mind. I couldn't shake off the troubling incident from my last shift, where my wolf form had inexplicably decreased in size. It was a baffling phenomenon that left me perplexed and anxious. Shapeshifting was a fundamental part of who I was, a unique ability that connected me to the primal nature within. But lately, something seemed amiss, and the fear of losing that connection weighed heavily on my heart.

He bled from his side where one claw had cut through. Still, he didn't falter. Not once. Every time I weakened, his fire shielded me. Every time his storms buckled, my ember cut through for him. Until only one shadow remained. It towered over the clearing, larger than the rest, its shape shifting between wolf and human and something monstrous in between. Its core pulsed blinding white, chains wrapped thick around it. Kieran hissed between his teeth. "That one's old. Strong." The shadow bent its head toward me. A voice rumbled through the clearing, deeper than the others, layered with grief.

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

I asked again. “Its skin began to peel off after hours of covering its eyes” he explained. As in the tales of old, Shapeshifting entities need to look at the faces of their supposed target to capture their looks and feelings just to imitate them. “Afterwards, we were able to force it to speak, it talked of Enzo’s fail safe plan. It included taking me out of context and proceeding with commands from the inside” he said, I stared at him as though I couldn’t understand.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

Greater demons are larger and stronger than lesser demons. +5 STR +3 DEX +2 CON Meh just as I expected nothing special here. I won't consider choosing this evolution even if I didn't have my last two evolution pathways. It is after all just a stronger or an adult version of the lesser demon. Thuii. Eww. Ahem, system arent you ashamed of showing such a useless evolution to me? Let's carry on... [Demonic Shapeshifter-Rare rank] A demonic shapeshifter is a rarer race of demons that were usually born between a human and a demon parent. They are half-blooded demons carrying the blood of humans. Demonic Shapeshifter can assume the physical and psychological signature of virtually any life form who