Lance McClain is a shapeshifter. This cruel world treats shapeshifters like regular animals, although they were a sign of wealth and power, not advanced, powerful, and smart magical creatures like they should. Lance has been in the auctions all his life. He could barely remember his life before this. His mothers face. His siblings smiles. The ocean. Those are the only things he remembers before his father took him away when he was 4 to America and sold him for money. He was one of the few shapeshifters who had human form. Later on, people learned of his other special and rare abilities. He could change how old he looked and his size, although it was limited to how old and tall he really was. He could also change into all different breeds of all animals. The older he was the more he was sent back to auction houses. A week later he would be sold again at a higher price. He fought all of his owners and in only a month he was forced to wear a collar. If you put a collar on a shapeshifter they can't change forms unless you force them to. Lance was now 19 and he was still being controlled by them. He was at another auction house and was going to be sold soon. Was this his destiny? Was this going to be his life forever? Would anyone save him? Keith Kogane was rich. He had married many men who were all old and on their deathbeds. He was only 21 and all those old men were blinded by that, marrying him and dying soon after. He had billions of dollars and decided that he should find someone to keep him company for the rest of his life. He had heard of auction houses and how they sold shapeshifters. He had always thought of getting one but none had impressed him. What would happen when Keith finds Lance, arguably the most powerful and wanted shapeshifter in America? Would he soften his heart? Would he save Lance from the life that has shaped him into the scared man he was now? This is the Shapeshifter fanfiction no one asked for so here you go *throws and jumps out window*

Valentine had always known that she was different, even for a demigod. That was really saying something. She had so many powers (some unwanted) that it was overwhelming at times. Just a quick glance at the mirror and her entire being would be overrun by past nightmares, nightmares that she was forced to live through. Valentine honestly didn't know if she could ever consider herself beautiful anymore. She hated the scars that littered her body, ashamed of them and their origins. She had no one to turn to when she felt like a monster, like someone that should have died in place of their friends. With no family left to hold her or friends to comfort her, Valentine built walls to protect herself from any more pain. The only one able to see past them was Chiron. But there might possibly be someone new to her life that could officially break them down. Someone with mischievous impish features and a thing for giant metal dragons.