Shapeshifting Encanto Novels & Stories

The guy came and took the file from the Principal's hand and went out". As the guy left, there entered a guy, who left everyone speechless including the boys. Handsome will be an understatement for him. He is 6 feet tall. He has sharp features. His hairstyle is faux hawk, making him look more handsome. His blue eyes added more beauty to it. His body is well built and muscular. His white t-shirt was attached to his skin like second skin, showing his broad chest and six packs. His hands were muscular. His shoulders were broad. He was wearing black jeans and shoes. He has slender fingers and his lips are heart shaped. He looks like a Greek god.

He didn’t want to be in front of this man longer than necessary. “I’m you,” the man laughed, and then there was a rush of magic in the air so fast that he didn’t have a chance to react. The man’s face morphed into a familiar one, one he saw in the mirror every morning. Jackson took a step back and prepared to shift. Everything down to the tattoos was the same. Anyone who could shapeshift was dangerous to every pack, not just his. “We’ve run out of time, Your Majesty. Both of us are dead. Tick tock.”

And as I worked, I watched. Watched every blink, every shift of body weight. Every uncomfortable glance. I wasn't stupid. The Fa-derico twins might be standing right in front of me, wearing someone else's face. Someone else's memories. They were master shapeshifters. Ghosts. But they couldn’t fake what would happen next. The potion needed a few minutes to settle into the bloodstream. Once it did, the magic would start seeking out foreign DNA — anything that didn’t belong to this pack.

Strange are the welding ways of power! “Alright” I agreed and she scurried away before I could change my mind. “Miss multi-talented Ella, is there anything you cannot do? even that carrot-top Carolina couldn’t have imagined attaching a train to that already beautiful gown ending up with two splendid looks!!!” exclaimed Jane, rolling her eyes enviously.

It came to back him up. Leonard howled and the Natives, as well as Guillermo, shocked everyone when they too had undergone a transformation. They all shifted into gigantic wolves, Leonard was also shocked by the natives’ secret ability, they were the legendary shapeshifters. They are not werewolves but they have the ability to turn into giant wolves using ancient rituals developed by their ancestors.

Echo and Giga followed her, and we had no choice but to step out of the castle, too. I looked at Giga’s back, and until now, I still can’t believe she’s a shapeshifter snake. Her desire must be so strong that the red diamond granted her wish. And from a blank slate, she’s now slowly adopting her surroundings because of the help from everyone. She can now move by herself without fear. Azrael held my hand with a smile, and I smiled back. We are the last one to leave the castle, hand in hand.

Slowly, a figure appeared in front of her eyes, and what she saw, made her face totally pale and blank. “How is this possible? She can’t be the one. And … and if she is the one, how was I not able to notice her true identity prior to today.” Evanora became aware of Estella being a shape-shifter, a snake woman. She knew her mother, the same lady who she had taught some two decades back, when her mother served Evanora, while she was on a trip to the forbidden land (Now it is forbidden land, but before that it was a very happening and lively place).

“Breathe, Akiro, breathe.” Akiro flushed in embarrassment as he realised he had just rambled towards Terrence, but the guy was just looking at him in amusement. “Sorry, I just got really, really curious,” he said. “Again, it’s alright,” the shapeshifter said, brushing off his apology. “And to simply answer your questions: we can only change if it’s a living being we’re shifting to. No need to touch or chant something. Just as long as we know what they looked like. Though we can miss a few details because it wasn’t like we could look at someone else’s whole features. Just the surface.”

She was me. “Cora here is a shapeshifter. She can turn into anyone she meets,” Alaric explained with a proud gaze as he stared around Cora’s newly formed body. “She’s powered by the moon. When it’s a full moon, she can stay shifted for longer. Which happens to be tomorrow.” “He’ll never buy that that’s me. None of them will fall for this,” I told them, but even I wasn’t sure. She looked exactly like me. “Wrong again,” Alaric chuckled. “They will never know the difference.”

THE most awaited time of Eleand’s shapeshifting training arrived. Enkille was very persistent about this matter that she even kept it a secret to the high priestess until now. He didn’t know what her goals were for helping him. But he didn’t question her since this would work to his advantage. Shapeshifting was never easy. For Eleand, it was more complicated than the Vatranum. Besides, he was hesitant to try and get a favorable result. What if he could not manage to transform back to his original form?