Godzilla Human Form Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Have you been able to shift back into an animal? "No." I rubbed a hand down his face. "We've been a little busy." "Doing what?" "What the fuck do you think, Atlas?" "Last we knew, she couldn't be touched without severe harm. Are you telling me that, too, has changed?" Fuckshitdamnit. "Yes. She has no reaction, outside of typical human, to my touch. In my human or animal form." "How did you discover this? How did you change back to human? How long have you been back in your human form?"

“She is Mine. And I won't tolerate any fucking disrespect towards her. At least not from you, Becca. You need to accept her and make her feel home here.” Rebecca nodded and stared at Allison, unnerving her with her gaze. Allison felt him stiffened behind her and she reconked that they were mindlinking. “She is human. Wow, what a fate!” Rebecca laughed before shifting into her human form. Allison was amazed by her quick shifting and standing under the moonlight with a glistening pale body. The woman was beautiful but what irked her more was that she was standing naked unfazed by the man’s presence, even though her intimates were hardly noticeable.

All of them looking around scanning for the creature, it growls and they all look up. “There, it’s the roof, goo goo!!” Gary gives the order once he spots it up in the rooftop, and they start climbing up. The creature moves silently and begins hunting them, it strikes to them one by one and tears them apart, gets back on the roof and keeps on hiding. Gary finally comes to the top only to realize he had only five men left with him. The monster roars and jump to the next roof but they couldn’t let it get away, they surround it and now it stays unmoved, growling out loudly, his claws filled with blood and long hair covers his face, he tries to hide his face from them, but to their surprise it w

' And you're human, shouldn't you know how to get back in your form,' she retorted. ' You little-' I felt hands in my fur. Azriel was touching me, he was still in awe of my form and height. " Just take a deep breath and close your eyes, concentrate on being human and you will be," he instructed. I closed my eyes and pictured my human features, soon, I heard the breaking of bones and I was standing naked in my human form. Azriel didn't turn away, his gaze was on my face, and slowly he went further down. I gasped at his shamelessness.

"Perfect! I got my human form back!" 'Let's wait to see how long you can stay in your human form,' Stan said. 'You can shift into your human form in the past, but only for a few minutes, and the whole process of transformation is excruciatingly painful, knocking you out the whole day.' I want to go back to bed and stare at my mate's face, and to my delight, the scars on her face start to fade away, revealing a beautiful woman behind the ugly scars. She was radiating an intoxicating aura, filling my heart with tenderness. I ran my fingers through her silky, light brown, wavy hair, enjoying the rich texture of her locks. I was drawn to her mouth, wanting to touch her kissable red lips.

"I will make it up to you, my child—" He was barely done speaking when his body began to convulse. He jerked away from me, screaming and staggering. I watched him in awe as he transitioned from one form to another. His bones stretched and realigned as though he were rubber. He grew, his height changing, then sank back into the human shape. It was almost as though he was unsure of the figure he wanted to end up in. His convulsions eased enough to slow the entire process down so that each alternating form lingered for a little while.

Adrian's gaze cut through the crowd. It bypassed everyone else. It found me. His eyes were wide, desperate. A silent question. A plea. "Oh, gods! He took human form!" Isabella's eyes lit up with wild joy, her earlier hesitation gone. "He's hurt because of me! I'll take full responsibility!" A dragon that could take human form was a dragon on the verge of godhood. The villagers were too stunned by Adrian's god-like beauty to speak. Seeing me just standing there, Isabella moved to block him from view, a casual shield for his naked form.

He stood at the very edge, his eyes fixed on the carnage below. ​"You're a brave little bitch, aren't you?" he mused, his voice smooth and devoid of any human warmth. He looked like a man in his fifties, his face aristocratic and pale, but his eyes were ancient—filled with the cold knowledge of a thousand dissections. ​Rhea shifted back to human form as she reached the top, her breathing heavy. She was naked, covered in the black blood of his creations, looking like a vengeful war goddess. "End this. Now. Or I will feed you to your own dogs."

"The dark is the canvas. And I am the paint. I am small, yes. I am brief, yes. But I am also color. I am also shape. I am also the thing that makes the dark worth looking at. And when I burn out, the painting will remain. Not forever. But for long enough. Long enough for the next spark. And the next. And the next. Until the painting is so full of color that the dark becomes the background, and the story becomes the light." The creature stared at her with its star-eyes. And then, slowly, it began to change. Its vastness contracted. Its indifference softened. Its shape shifted, becoming smaller, becoming more defined, becoming—she realized with a shock that made her gasp in the water—human. It

"It's me. It's Becca." ​The moment my voice reached his ears, his giant, half-shifted form froze. The wild, angry look in his gold eyes flickered. ​I took one more step and gently placed my hand against his burning hot cheek. ​The instant my palm touched his skin, his loud growling stopped entirely. The sharp fangs slipped back behind his lips, and his glowing gold eyes slowly faded back into his beautiful, deep green. His heavy breathing slowed down, and within seconds, his strength completely vanished. His body went limp, and he collapsed forward, falling heavily into my arms as he shifted back into his human form.