Ben 10 A Change Of Face Novels & Stories

Its face morphs slowly, changing from Zuri’s, and just before I get enveloped in unconsciousness, I manage to look up, and I’m staring right into my own face. And then I’m gone.

But a fool nonetheless. His first reaction isn’t to tuck tail and run at the power of the Alpha Blood coursing through Becca’s veins. The same blood that has her growing two feet larger than her five feet seven inches. That has her nails elongating into curved claws that could cut an ant’s ass in two with one swipe, nor at her eyes shifting to a glowing, unnatural blue, the colour of the Denali Wolves. No, it was the earth-shattering growl ripping from Becca’s semi-shifted form that has Ben shrinking into himself as she stood toe to toe with him.

In the few seconds that passed since the change and she was stock still, it didn’t look like she was breathing for a moment. “I’m not seeing this.” She said and turned around with a hand that went over her eyes for a moment. She took a few deep breaths. “That’s not real, you can’t change shape like that.” She mumbled and took a couple more deep breaths. He shook himself slightly and she turned around her hand still over her eyes. She’d never seen anything like that before. His limbs and joints had very clearly popped out of place and he’d changed form right before her eyes.

Anthony suspired, looking at the beast. The being no longer looked like Derek. His face had metamorphosed into an ugly state. A sticky liquid like saliva was dripping from its mouth. There were two horns on his head, and other smaller ones all over his body. His former fair handsome face was also darkened and twisted on some parts. Terribly ugly. He thought. "Then let him surface." He said, even as he heard the blue flame minister to him. "I don't want to." The monster said.

Her back was towards Charlotte so she couldn’t see her face but, she’d recognize her from anywhere just by looking at the hair. It was her…Charlotte! Charlotte watched in silence as she slowly turned and faced Charlotte. Shit! Charlotte’s eyes widened at the face. It was still Charlotte’s face but completely changed, it makes any sense. Her eyes were not black anymore. They seemed bigger and wider, almost demonic as their color changed to a deep red, the iris covering most of her eye. Her cheekbones were toned and her jawline sharp. Her lips looked fuller and plump, and she’d say they were kissable if not for the long sharp fangs protruding out of her mouth and blood dripping from the corner

Satisfied with his answer, Isla laughed quietly. “Ethan, your mom is in a lot of pain right now. Do you want to help her feel better? “Go take off that tube. Then she won’t be in pain anymore, and no one will laugh at you.” My eyes snapped open. Through the haze, I saw Ethan’s innocent face. He looked at Isla, then at me, and actually reached out and pulled out the tube. “Mom, don’t do bad things anymore,” he muttered. “I don’t want a mom like you.”

the voice continued to taunt. At his words, she noticed a shift in Rojan's countenance. His expression closed off and his face grew steely. Right before her eyes, she saw his eyes begin to turn milky as they changed to a bright shade of yellow, razor-sharp fangs began to extend from his gum, long black claws grew out from his fingers, his ears elongated to a pointy tip, grey furs sprouted from his skin on his forearms, legs and back. A dark shadow flickered over him as he morphed into something she had never seen before.

Bella exclaimed, but because all the evidence pointed to the fact that the Julia was Bella, Nelvan didn't want to listen to anything she said. Bella rebelled, and Nelvan ordered two bodyguards to restrain her movements. Then, a sedative needle pierced Bella's skin. Now she couldn't avoid what Nelvan would do, including changing her face back to its original form. Worse, if the results Bella received later didn't match her original face, it would be terrifying.

The transfer lasted four minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Jack counted every heartbeat. When it was done, the light faded. Ben collapsed back onto the bed, his body steaming slightly in the cold hospital air. His skin had changed—still pale, but with an undertone that suggested depth rather than illness. His breathing was deep and regular, no longer the shallow gasps of a dying man. "Ben?" Jack leaned forward. "Can you hear me?" Silence. "Ben!" His friend's eyes snapped open. They were different.

Boom! As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, the air around Carson's body suddenly vibrated violently. The dark blue embroidered robe on his body fluttered without wind, and black air oozed from the hem. Not only that, but Carson's face was also undergoing a horrifying change. Half of his face that was hidden in the darkness grew dense snake scales, and his mouth also bulged forward, constantly flicking out his forked tongue. Next, his eyes revealed a terrifying scarlet color.