Shapeshifter Oc Novels & Stories

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.”

Most eldest daughters were, but not me, I thought to myself. "This is Alaric. He represents the vampire clan!" She pointed at the first circle, meaning he was the first child. "Alaric is arrogant and bossy. He is the eldest, so, no doubt on that one!" Witch Anya continued. I just nodded while I was all ears for everything she was narrating. "Who are these?" I asked about the two circles that were next to Amira and me. "This is Collen. He is a shapeshifter and he represents the animals that have special abilities. He is gentle but with a dark side, too. He can conceal his feelings well for he can shift to different forms. He can even mimic someone's face if he wants!"

Dante stood abruptly, the wheels of his chair screeching against the polished floor. “Where?” he demanded. “The shapeshifter community on the western ridge,” Caelum answered. “Remote, shielded, old-school tech. That’s probably why you didn’t think to check. But it makes sense.” Dante exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. “Mochi,” he muttered. “She must have taken her back to her home. I didn’t even think of that.” “You were a little busy,” Caelum offered with a shrug. “Winning a war and all.”

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."

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.

Dispair cuts through me at the thought of what might be occurring to these two beings. “Is there anything else?” Rowan scrolls through the file and reads out loud. When tested on permutations, D3M04 10RD’s blood revived the creatures. Side effects observed: Creatures do not possess the ability to think freely. Creatures also lack the ability to think and make decisions critically. Creatures have expressed extremely violent behavior, poor impulse control, and lack of remorse as they kill indiscriminately. Tests have shown that shapeshifters between the age of near adulthood are more stable than young or fully adult specimens. A breakthrough is near, and a decision to collect more specimens f

His chest trembled with the precarious lift of hope. “Danny, I want to explain a few things. They’re important.” Mahisar’s voice smoothed into instructor and oracle. “You are a shape-shifter. What sets you apart is this: when you phase into an animal, it becomes wholly you. You never depart from it. It is not a separate spirit, as it is with were-beings. Were-beings must share the spirit of the animal they inhabit. That duality can make them weak. You are not weak.”

He looked grim as he spoke. This was horrible. What crimes does a person commit that deserve such punishment? From all I'd been taught in class, I knew that glands were very important to shifters. They were what dictated their very existence. Sure, they could once shift, as the name implied, but with the development of their realm, they often weren't inclined to, and the ability had sort of atrophied so that your average shifter couldn't use it. Only dominant alphas and omegas and powerful betas could have the possibility of shifting.

She plastered her mouth to his and took him by surprise. "You know," she panted between sucks and licks of his lower lip, "I'm beginning to think you're hiding something about your family life, the way you're distracting me. Are you aliens, and I don't mean the illegal immigrant kind, but the from-the-outer-galaxy, flying saucer kind?" "There is nothing odd about my family. And we are not aliens. We're jaguar shape-shifters."