Shapeshifters Demons Novels & Stories

They shot into the air, vanishing into the heavy clouds in a chaotic whirl of dark feathers and cold wind. "NOOOO!" Sylvara’s scream was the only thing left echoing in the empty clearing. ------ Sylvara scrambled to her feet, her neck craning toward the gray sky where the dark trail of feathers was already fading into the clouds. Her breath hitched as she noticed a swarm of black specks emerging from the horizon. They moved with a terrifying, synchronized speed, like a cloud of locusts. As they drew closer, her blood ran cold; these weren't birds. They were dozens of Morgana’s elite demon soldiers, their leathery wings beating against the air with a sound like rolling thunder. Morgana had se

"Interesting. The blood of a guardian, a shifter spirit, and a human soul. All in one. A more filling meal." "You won't get anything," Siron challenged, walking forward. Every step felt heavy, but the weave in his chest provided strength. "You're going back where you belong." "By whose authority? Yours?" The Devourer laughed, a sound like grinding stones. "I am older than your civilization, man-child. I am the first hunger. I am the darkness before the fire. And I have been awakened." The entity raised his hand. Black smoke coalesced, forming a giant claw that swept toward the water guardians. Their watery dome shattered, flinging the seven spirits in different directions.

Even with his faith in the hierarchy, Oren and I still vowed never to go there alone. Between us, not being able to keep our hands to ourselves and learning everything I had to before I was officially crowned Queen. Balthazar explained how demons shifted forms, but unlike most shifters, they are born in their demon form and their human form just kind of happens as they get older. When they get older, they learn how to manipulate their forms to appear however they want. So much was different in this world compared to my own. What was frowned upon in Gardania is custom in Godric. My mind was swirling with new information that I had lost track of time on multiple occasions.

“Are those clowns supernatural? They look normal to me. They may be psychopaths.” said Hugo. They sat in a café where Beatrix met them. And without Cain and Luke, as well as Cael and Kyra, the novice hunters will face the demons that are raging in the city. “If they weren’t supernatural, radar wouldn’t detect them,” said Beatrix. “I think the clown you saw is a shapeshifter demon. And they don’t just eat the souls of children. ”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Darryl sighed a little bit before a nasty snarl escaped his mouth. “Shape-shifting Demons” He snarled. He had enough trouble on his plate already to deal with troublesome and silly creatures of the underworld. Shape-shifting Demons were big threats to the whole of the supernatural world. While vampires can only turn human beings to one of them at will, werewolves can only turn one human once in their lifetimes and that is if the said human being was their mate, Witches can only be born but demons? Those nasty creatures could turn every race at will, just one bite from them will turn anyone to one of them. Vampires, Witches, werewolves, elves, and shifters at large.

Amaury slept in our bed like a rock. "So she had found her second chance mate. If Lindsay and her daughter are there then who in the hell is here? " Whitman points at the ceiling looking at Peyton confused. "We came up with shapeshifters and demons." Peyton walks to the door "Let's go kill the mutherfuckers. Oh, one more thing. You haven't been playing around with these creatures have you?" "Why in the hell would you ask me something like that." Whitman walks behind Peyton.

They were arrogant as heck. The Orlih (The devils) This clan composed of the devils, underground spirits, and their King, Lucifer. This group were the most dangerous because their powers were uncontrollable. The devils were able to control other shifters, and the humans through their eyes and they were all controlled by Lucifer. He was the second most powerful shifter after the Phetath. Lucifer and Phetath were, even more, stronger than the elders which made them the deadliest shifters to ever exist.

“Yes Lucas, I heard one shapeshifter escaped from Raphael’s pack. He was wandering about our territory. I was a little surprised to hear about it this morning.” The shapeshifters were a mutation. They could transform to any form they desire, but only for an amount of time. They were dangerous because of this, as they used it for evil deeds. Lucas cast his head down. He couldn’t believe Devon had found out about this. He was supposed to report to Devon on the matter, but he was carried away with his mission. “I’m sorry, Alpha Supreme, this is my first time hearing about this,” Lucas admitted. “I saw someone suspicious earlier. Find out who that was and report to me on the shapeshifters case l

Their hands ended all wrong, and their eyes caught the moonlight like animals, burning with intelligence that didn't belong to their current bodies. A cold, focused alertness spread through me, sharper than fear. It was the predator's recognition of something demanding its full attention. "What are they?" I thought, pushing the question to Sky. "Shapeshifters," she replied. "Not wolves. Much older, and far less principled. They can be anything–beast, human, creature. Whatever serves them. Right now, they've chosen intimidation. That tells us a little about who sent them." The six spread out, forming a loose arc that blocked every exit without appearing to try. It was practiced, the movement