Shapeshifter Oc นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“A shapeshifter?” I must’ve left that detail out when I was telling him my story. “The General of the team that took me in turned into a woman.” “Which would explain how mere nomads were able to capture a Lycan, much less the King,” Hugh remarked. “I’ve heard talk of a shapeshifter, particularly one that worked with Carlton. No one knows her name, or her true form. No one even knows how she became a shapeshifter, but she’s powerful. She’s able to travel dimensions in the same way Simoa and Simiyan are. I’ve yet to gather any evidence of her actual existence considering she could be anyone,” Hunter educated.

She shouts, her skin darkening with each word. That's when I realised that she was about to shift, that we would see her other form for the first time all because we made her angry, We had taken her to a point where she couldn't control the shift. Where her body was taking over and the other part of her wanted out, the site was breathtaking, her skin being swapped for feathers, each one the colour fire. she was much larger than I would have thought, her red eyes staring back, daring us to make a move against her. but none of did, We simply watched her in awe. Dumb struck by her beauty.

"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.

She looked confused as she tried to piece it together. “It is a very strong and powerful technique called forging. Once a shape shifter is strong enough and has mastered all forms they can take, they are able to hone in on this trait. It allows the shifter to turn their body into solid objects or clothing. It's been known that some shifters have taken pieces of themselves and turned them into jewelry, weapons, and accessories. Detaching a part of you also allows for the user to control that piece of you no matter the distance, depending on how strong you’ve become using this trait.” “I get it now. Wow Gale, you must be really strong if all that I see is… Well, you!” She comments with a smile

As it passes by me, I strike, the blade slicing through its fur and drawing blood. The creature howls in pain, its form flickering as it stumbles back. I don’t give it a chance to recover. I move in swiftly, the blade flashing in the dim light as I strike again, this time aiming for its heart. The shapeshifter lets out a final, guttural growl before collapsing to the ground, its body shifting back into its original form—a twisted, unrecognisable mass.

Yet Aria, Dax and the ancient enemy standing behind the barrier remained untouched. The Tyrant simply couldn’t reach them. The child did not allow it. The shaper made its move too immediately. It raised both hands as if summoning something. Immediately, thousands of geometric constructs appeared instantly. Entire networks of perfect structure. Enough power to make entire continents surrender. They all rushed toward Aria with the speed of lightning. Again, the pulse answered. Right before their very eyes, every single construct unraveled in an instant. It was silent and complete. The Shaper froze, its eyes widened in disbelief.

He picked another flower, “is just turn.” Enough talk, Neeri growled, forcing the shift. She wanted to run, smell the fresh air. Lillah screeched, falling to her knees. Skin began to stretch. Bones began to snap. “Lillah, calm down, push the pain to one side and just step out of the way, let Neeri take your place.” Gaz had seen many a shift. Alphas’ were fast; they tore through their own skin in an instant. The majority of the pack experienced a shift that took a couple of seconds; clothes ripped, a few bones broke and then they were in their other form but Omega’s experienced a slow and torturous shift. It could take minutes.

As though in a daze, I keep strolling towards the Shifter until I'm a couple of inches away. I hunker down, looking into the animal's body. There is no positive shape to it, however, it doesn't have the standard power that an ordinary Shifter would have. Rather than the splendor of a beast, its eyes contain the obscurity of an internal conflict. We keep on visually connecting, and I am unfit to split away.

Each positive gain helps. Beast form is our preferred fighting mode. We don't resemble an animal, more like the creature from the old movie Predator, and I mean the good one with Arnold Schwarzenegger. Our entire body undergoes changes when we transform caused by an alien chemical known as Kedorine 5 or K-5 for short. When the K-5 floods our alien system, it causes oxytocin and dopamine to spike at levels hundreds of times higher than found in humans. Our bones crack and reshape; our jaw elongates into a powerfully grotesque snapping shelf that holds six-inch razor-sharp fangs. Nonretractable claws extend three inches past our fingertips and makes us clumsy when trying to hold firearms, but