Shifter Marvel Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” “I don’t think I can do it. It just feels unnatural and sounds terrifying. If I can’t do it, I’ll let you down. If I can do it, what happens if I get stuck like that? Shifting scares me far more than the others’ powers. It’s intimidating.” He shook his head. “But that doesn’t make any sense. Shifters don’t have all this magic stuff to learn. Our power is in transformation, and it’s likely to be the easiest one for you to master.”

I asked Desperately. "You are a shifter. The first of its kind in two centuries," "I had no idea Shifters were real," Lock said. "They are. Lora is proof" David responded but that was not enough. "What exactly is a shifter. What does one do?" He cleared his throat with a frown but answered, "Shifters are one of the strongest beings of the universe. As a shifter you have the power to turn into any creature of your choice," "That's why Marcus was able to train her to turn to a werewolf," Max whispered and David modded.

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

he peeked over at her. "Ok, that's fair. Is that ok? I feel like I remember something about riding a Shifter being super taboo" he did actually smile this time, his teeth glinting menacingly. She was somewhat educated, which would make this easier. “You are right, it's totally taboo. But, honestly, no one will see it. Plus, I think its taboo just to help separate humans a bit. You know, like make us seem less animal." He had once shifted in an alleyway to get out of a fight and he can still remember the terror on people’s faces as they dove away from him hysterically. The image of Shifters being dangerous and out of control was ever-present.

I asked her. A cheeky look crossed Madeline’s face, but her brothers spoke before she could. “She can flip shift,” Taide and Reigh said at the same time. I turned to look at Madeline in awe. She grinned with pride, and with a hand tucked under her chin, she spoke, “Yup, I’m a flip shifter.” Flip shifters were rare. They jumped back between skin and fur in the blink of an eye, whereas other werewolves endured the slow minute of bones breaking and realigning, and the emergence of fur and claws.

"They didn't survive." The air felt colder suddenly. The shadows went on longer. "They were a prototype," Kieran continued. "Too many wolves, not enough humans. When the seal broke, they couldn't hold themselves together. The result was carnage." I swallowed hard. "And you brought me here because?" "Because you're not like them," Kieran said. "You're the first who's shifted without the moon, without tech assistance, without complete breakdown." "Yay me." Kieran stepped toward the stones and placed his palm on one of them. It lit up under his touch.

They had no concept of the magic until they were forced to see it by the hand of an enchanted. “You have other businesses,” Matt offered. I snorted. “Thank you. I’m aware.” “There are several other positions in which she might be useful.” None of which would keep her as close to me as the casino. Except… I spun back around in the chair, a slow smile forming on my lips. “I know just the place to start her.” Matt visibly swallowed. “Oh?” “Shifter Affairs.” he gasped aloud, his eyes bugging. “You can’t be serious, Jeff. That position requires training—”

They were different from the Council’s Erasers, less robotic, but more efficient, equipped with sonic-dampeners that could neutralize a shifter’s roar before it even left their throat. ​"They have over two hundred shifters in the east wing," Ren whispered, his eyes glowing faint blue as he interfaced with a scavenged UN comms-unit. "But it’s not just a prison, Leo. Sarah was right. They’ve hooked the 'Beta-Class' shifters up to a massive capacitor-array. They’re literally draining the Resonance from their bone marrow to power the city’s emergency grid." ​"They're treating our people like batteries," Maya hissed, her golden runes pulsing with a low, dangerous heat. "If we don't break those co

“Talk him out of it then. You are very good at reaching people.” Mara jumps up. I didn’t mean right now, but she’s like a feral wolf stalking its prey sometimes. Once she has her sights set on her target, she won't give up until she gets it. “Stay away from the Lunae,” I say instead of stopping her. “And at the first sign of trouble, I want you to shift and get the fuck out.”

His body started to bend and break and split. His nails extended and hairs – fur – formed on his back, his shoulders, his legs, and his arms. He cried out and Marian had to prevent herself from calling out to him or running to his side. He was shifting, for the first time in his life, and it was painful. Marian had all but forgotten how painful it could be. She had first shifted at the age of twelve, earlier than most, and had gotten used to the pain fast. Naturally, like all shifters, the pain stopped after a while, much sooner if one shifted very often, which, as a warrior in training and then a full warrior, she had.