Shifter Marvel Novels & Stories

If everything in the world wasn’t such a mess, it would’ve felt like we’d all gathered for something like Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner. The channel Valerian had tuned to was playing a commercial at the moment. As soon as Lyanna and I walked in, Mateo and Orion stood up and offered us their spots on the couch. We had barely gotten comfortable when the theme music for the nightly news blasted through the speakers. A middle-aged female reporter appeared on screen and greeted the viewers. “Good evening. I’m Rochelle Carmichael, and this is World News Today. We begin tonight with a report on the widespread support the shifter community has received in recent days. Celebrities like Reese Lloyd

I snarled, lowering myself to pounce. But Mara lifted the blade to Cameron’s throat, pressing until a bead of red bubbled up. “Shift,” she cooed at me. “Or I open him like a gift box.” My wolf hesitated - but only for a heartbeat. He was my mate. My responsibility. My everything. I shifted back, skin burning, body aching. Naked. Vulnerable. Human. Mara beamed. “Good girl.” Cameron tried to rise. “Clara. Don’t - she’s bluffing-”

The one in front wore a blue cap and what looked to be a flannel jacket, and was conversing with Tando directly. ".... ain't never seen anything like this" he was saying, chin thrust slightly upwards at the hulking Shifter, perhaps in an instinctive display of defiance against what he surely recognized as death itself. "Is this really what ya want? I mean, I'm happy to oblige ya either way, but... really? Selling out one of yer own kind? Ya realize that anything goes as far as what we do with 'im, right?"

Being close to him was messing her up; she needed space to think. “Okay.” His gaze narrowed. “I mean it. I know someone who can help. He's a shifter.” Oh, no, no, no. A shifter? The wolves were the only shifters anywhere close to vampire territory. She didn't want any of this following her back home. “Okay,” she said again. Marcus cocked his head, his eyes narrowing like he could see right through her. “Stop lying to me.” Could he read minds? She’d heard of some vampires with unique abilities, but those were rare and held positions of power. Marcus was just a soldier doing patrols around the city. He couldn’t be one of those. Right?

A dank, miserable smell was coming from it and I wondered if Cherish was thinking back to her experience, when she was first kidnapped. “Hey, can you tell me about shifting then,” she said, quickly turning her face away and looking at the dawning horizon ahead. “Sure, I won’t lie, it's going to hurt like a bastard. Your body is literally rearranging. But it gets easier. Like eventually you will easily part-shift to reveal your teeth and claws if you find yourself in danger. But the first time, yeah…” “Okay, what is the purpose of it, like what should I be wanting to get out of it?” She really did know zero about shifters.

“You are a young wolf. It could wind up hurting yourself or someone else. Need I also remind you that you are the Princess and heir to the throne?” I snorted. “No need,” I mumbled. “It’s an ever-present looming thought in my head.” Valentin ignored my comment and waved me back to the sparring mat. I dropped my stretches and went back to face him. I put my hands on my hips and raised my eyebrow. “We’re going to practice voluntary shifting today,” he said. “Tell me what you know about the Shift.” “It happens,” I said plainly. Valentin stared at me as if he wanted me to continue. I shrugged. “That’s all I know.”

I waited for bubbles' whisper but he quickly added it after sipping his water, "The sarcastic idiot. No brains, all muscle." "I'm Stefano. The seventh eldest. Last triplet." Calm lunatic softly smiled and bubbles' whisper came, "the brains. Also a damn good street racer." There was that same silence as everyone stared at bubbles who was completely oblivious before a look of realization washed over his face. "Oh! My turn! I'm Marcelo! The one everyone likes. I'm the eighth eldest or as everyone likes to repeatedly point out, the youngest. Well, not anymore. That's you. Sucks to suck." He scoffed with a chuckle as everyone just rolled their eyes.

Each shifter had all made that noise during their first shift. She was transitioning and he wasn’t there for her. Malcom lifted his head and let out a mournful howl.

But to the wolves, it was pure agony, they were all in pains. Every shifter in the room, including Alex collapsed to the floor, clutching their heads in serious pain as most weaker wolves were already bleeding through their ears and nose. The frequency scrambled their inner ears, disrupting their balance and their connection to their wolves. It was a military grade anti shifter tech. "ALEX" Zara screamed out. She stopped running towards her escape, as she yanked her arm out of Alfred's grip. "Ms. Zara, no, don’t go. Please stop" Alfred shouted, calling after her as she turned back.

When she opens her hand a small vile of glittery blue liquid sits in her palm. “What is that?” I ask, hesitant at taking the tiny vile from her. “Pure magic, from when the gods still walked amongst us, my favorite disciple.” I scowl at her and then at the vile, looking back up at her. “Drink this and your Shifter abilities will become tenfold. When you shift you will not lose your garments, when you shift back you will be as if you were before – fully clothed.” I take the vile from her hands, cautiously handling it as if it would burn me.