Novels tagged with Shapeshifting

  • Some magic is taboo for a reason… the kind of magic that can be so dangerous and takes such an immense toll that it kills you the more you use it. But Feather has been handling the most lethal and forbidden of taboo magic for centuries, an unstable form magic known as the concept of anything. Which, as the name implies, lets him do absolutely anything he wants. Yet instead of seeking recognition for accomplishing the impossible, Feather spends all his time aimlessly wandering all the many pockets of the Udimeia, doing whatever silly things he pleases. He does whatever he wants, and only ever listens to himself. With his power, who could stop him? Luckily for the world, Feather has a hobby of helping people and causing mysterious miracles, a truly marvelous guy... if you ignore all the tricks, threats, and landmarks that have now been destroyed and wiped off the map. And, of course, he hasn’t died… permanently, at least. In another hand of cards, there is Cirrus Aixon, the crown prince of Lilino and future leader of the Central Domain Alliance. A man destined for greatness since the moment he was born, he's been prophesied to save the world and stop reality from breaking, but if he's honest, he'd never wanted that burden. He’d never asked for that role to be his. But he doesn't see any other options but to live by the oracle's words, with his lack of confidence and conviction being very ugly flaws. By the time he's sent on a wild goose chase on his grandmother's order and finds himself attempting to hunt down a miracle worker that no one is even certain exists, Cirrus is just trying to focus on what's expected of him, because the very last thing he wants to do is let people down.

  • "Do you know what a psychopath is?" "It’s a form of antisocial personality disorder, but it’s innate-hardwired from birth." "Genetic anomalies cause lesions in the frontal lobe of the brain." "The result? They lack the capacity for emotion, for empathy. No guilt, no remorse. Morality is a foreign concept to them." "They’re masters of deception, skilled liars who can mimic human emotions flawlessly, blending into society without a trace." "Now, here’s the real question: if such a monster were to suddenly gain a normal brain-if their missing pieces were somehow restored-would they become more dangerous, or would they finally resemble something human?" In the shadows, a slender figure slowly crouched low, the glint of a silver blade catching the faint light. The edge pressed coldly against a throat. "So," the voice was calm, almost clinical, "this is why you turned me into a woman?"