SHAPESHIFTED (✓)

Prologue

New York has never been this peaceful to him. It was calm and relaxed. The midnight streets were blanketed with silence, the dim glow from the streetlamps were giving the wider roads a surreal look. No mundane vehicles were around and creating the noise pollution that he hated the most. Shadowy alleyways lined the streets, one of which he had emerged from not long ago.

Moonlight gleamed over his tiny frame as he kept admiring his features that reflected in the water body of the river, golden eyes shining and reflecting the stillness of the water, burgundy fur looking lighter than its natural shade, tail whipping back and forth against the ground, and fox-like ears dipping back.

"Maaww..." the water rippled, deforming his reflection when a stone was tossed into it, a few drizzles splashing over his face as well. He turned and noticed some drunken mundanes approaching the area, tossing more stones into the river. 'Here goes my peaceful time, stupid mundanes! '

With a heavy heart, he ran back into the alleyway where he had emerged from, jumping from building to building until he reached the familiar streets of Brooklyn and started running carefree down the streets until a humongous shadow cast on the road making him halt.

Looking up, he saw a demon flying over his head, but it wasn't just any demon, it was a fire-breathing demon who was setting all the surrounding buildings on fire. Seeking the safety of the nearby alley, he sprinted, but before he could make the turn, he noticed a small flame hugging the end of his tail, setting his silky fur on fire.

"Maawww!" jerking his tail to put out the fire, he rushed towards the nearby trashcan and dove into it, not caring about the smell or contents of it. "Mew!" his heart was pounding, and he wanted to escape the dreadful smell, so he dared to peek his head out to see if the demon was still there and noticed that it was diving right at the trash can, fire erupting from its mouth like a volcano. But before it could reach him, an arrow flew through the demon's heart, shattering the creature into flames.

Breathing with relief, he jumped out of the trash can and gazed at the source of the arrow, only to find a teenager running toward him. Instead of diving back, he kept his gaze fixed on the boy, eyes shining with amusement and hope. The boy was pale and skinny, like regular teenagers. But nonetheless, he had a trained physique. Black tattoos gleamed out on his skin, but not tattoos ...it were...runes?! Runes. He wondered even more. A shadowhunter?

"Oh, you poor thing." The boy said as their eyes met. He bent down and gently patted his head. As those soft fingers ran through his long, dense fur, it calmed his frightened nerves almost immediately. The touch provided him with a sense of security, and he purred with pleasure.

"Looks like the demon was hunting for food. Are you okay bud?" the boy rested his lips on his head, still running his fingers through his body, and he looked up, eyes filled with warmth and gratitude, and he let out a small and soft meow mixed with a light whine, both his cat and fox nature working together.

After a while of pampering, the boy set him back on the ground, scratched him behind his pointed ears, and headed back in the direction he had come from. He kept looking after him until the boy vanished, along with the hope that had built inside him.

Turning in the other direction, he started running again until he reached a specific balcony and jumped in, striding towards the center of the living room. A blue wave swirled around him as he firmly placed his legs in front, and when it died down, there stood a man, dressed in a beautiful sparkling mahogany suit, perfected done makeup, spiked up hair from which a good amount of glitter fell off when he stood up.

"There you are, Magnus. I was looking for you for hours, where were you? The Clave is asking for you, you know that, right? If you want to keep your position and not risk being banned from every chance of ever having another high position, you should move your ass! I thought you said you wanted to take responsibility. For Lilith's sake...you're hundreds years old!" A woman appeared out of nowhere, glaring deadly daggers at him.

Magnus rolled his eyes and stretched his neck. "Screw the Clave! I don't care, and you know that, Catarina. Now go away and leave me alone." He sighed and walked towards the balcony, gazing at the sleeping city, then waved his fingers and summoned a glass of dry martini. As he slowly took the first sip, the events flashed in front of his eyes once again.

"A young Nephilim who saved an animal from a demon. Rare but intriguing. Will be looking forward to meeting you one day, my dear Nephilim." He said out loud, smirked, then swallowed the whole Martini in one large sip.

Note:

This story is being edited, so I'll be making slight changes here and there, fixing the plot holes, if any, and the grammatical errors.

P.S. Thank you all for loving this story so much, I never thought it would reach so many views and reads, but it did, and I love you all so much for it. Thank you so much. 💕💕💖💖