Shapeshifter Oc Novels & Stories

Then, with all her might as an Alpha, she began her shifting— And pulled Alexander along with her. Bones cracked and flexed. Her muscles tore and reshaped, her body reshaping itself as a thousand times before. It was as easy as effortless as breathing for her. But Alexander—his body fought. He gasped, his tiny body trembling as the shift tried to take hold. Sharon could feel his hesitation through their bond, the natural fear of something unnatural prevailing. It’s okay, she told him silently, pouring reassurance into the connection. I’ve got you.

I could see their bravery blooming, muscles coiling with readiness, tails flicking with anticipation. Then came the real test. A mock ambush, designed to simulate Rylan’s cunning attacks. Shadows moved in the treeline, claws brushing leaves, eyes glinting. I pressed a paw against the nearest young Omega. “Now,” I whispered. “Move as one. Protect each other. Trust your instincts.” Chaos erupted. Shadows lunged, claws flashing, teeth baring. The young Omegas reacted instantly, dodging, striking, coordinating under Nova’s guidance. I pressed forward, amber eyes sharp, muscles coiled, intercepting attackers, guiding movements, keeping them safe.

But to fight. So between sitting Brandon down and turning to face his attackers Ezekiel released the energy holding his Shift at bay. He marveled as he did at every Shift in the way that that same energy that had constricted around him, was now changing him, allowing skin and bone to slide painlessly away and reform. In moments his leopard's thick fur and powerful jaws took the place of human flesh.

the doctor said, and it was my time to frown. That didn't make any sense at all. “What do you mean?” I asked immediately, and Loreta looked at the doctor with wide eyes. That gesture worried me. “I mean, these are normal values for a shapeshifter who is about to make his first shift,” the man said, and Loreta shook her head immediately. This has to be a fucking joke, I thought with horror. “Shapeshifter?” I asked in disbelief. “That's impossible.” “I think maybe your devices are out of whack,” Loreta said hurriedly, in an attempt to deflect the conversation.

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.

(Everything probably has a but because every race has a butt-I hope…) She just smiled again, looking a tad irritated and continued. “There is the chance you may be a shape shifter.” “A what?” “A shape shifter, you change form.” She said, looking irritated and now showing it. “Sorry is that bad?” “Seeing that the vampires and shifters declared war against each other, it may be the slightest of problems.” “Okay, I realized you used the plural for problem. What else is bad news?” I sounded exasperated. “Well it consists of more…much more training to control and use magic…”

Their form struggles, shifts, tries to slip between dimensional cracks—but Luna's new ability to track fate itself keeps them bound. "Show yourself," I command. "Show your true form." The delegate's shape dissolves like smoke, reforming into something that hurts to look at—a being of pure possibility, able to become anything or anyone. A perfect infiltrator. "Too late," it laughs in frequencies that make reality shudder. "Far, far too late." Horror dawns as I understand the implications. If one shapeshifter could infiltrate our ranks so completely... "How many?" Xander demands, his power wrapping around the entity like chains of crystallized time. "How many of you are there?"

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.

Two such evolutions began to override the others, and this was the beginning of our demise, though we knew it not at the time. While always in touch with our bestial natures, some chose to embrace it. Shapeshifters, who had previously had the talent to shift into all animal forms, began to shift into individual animals. They chose specific creatures exclusively: the canines, the felines, and other creatures. This faction embraced the environment and nature, taking on the characteristics of their host animals in themselves and living with their dual nature. These beings stayed close to their brethren though and were respected in kind.

They were called shifters, and numerous cases of them flourishing had been set on a few gatherings online. She wrinkled her nose as she looked over through the websites, checking out a few recordings as well as individual accounts that had been confirmed. She observed one that portrayed a huge man growing searing orange hide and morphing into a tiger right in front of her eyes. The picture was a bit foggy, but it would be uninformed not to at slightest concede something like that was possible.