Igneel Human Form Novels & Stories

Romos said. They proceeded to rub salt into the lower half of Manananggal’s body. It was almost sunset and they will have to wait until the morning to ensure that the creature was actually dead. As the time passed the two parts of creature’s body started to take on a human form. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The monster was a guy named Lucas, who all that time was supposed to be sitting on the tallest tree waiting for the perfect time to carry out his part. Lucas was a half-human and half-ogre, so he was supposed to shift into his ogre form and rip her apart. He was instructed to rip only the less sensitive parts because the guards weren't going to stop looking for her until they collected some of her flesh and blood as evidence. They all gave up when Elinda Milburn was supposed to scream for help, but the voice box refused to utter even a single word.

In a matter of minutes, she had killed them all. Everyone watched in stunned silence. “Balaksa! The Blood being’s pet! I can’t believe I’m seeing it. I thought it was a myth!” someone whispered next to her. Immediately, a discussion burst out from around her, and people looked at Elion with reverence, awe, and fear. Some even bowed to her. Elion changed her features back to a human, and she walked proudly as a day without clothes. She walked to Aaron and stood in front of him, not moving.

“What the…” There are gasps, and the shift comes to its end, and the full form of Elira takes place. The creature is not a lycan, wolf, or human. It is a creature of nightmares, with overextended limbs, figures three digit hands tips with curved claws and teeth too big for with mouth to close fully. “God's above,” Hope whispers in horror. Unnatural, my beast snarls. It whimpers like it's in pain for a moment before it's beady eyes snap to Tirianna’s lycan.

Suns igniting, dying, igniting again. And at the center of it all— A figure. Not human. Not wolf. Not god. Something in between. It stood at the seams of reality itself, hands bare and burning, gripping the fractures of existence and holding them together through sheer will. Its body was not flesh so much as form—memory given shape, purpose given outline. Elaria’s breath caught painfully. “That’s me,” she whispered. Yes. She shook her head, tears blurring the light. “No. I was born. I lived. I—”

He chuckles lightly, and I glare at him. "What's funny about that pup wanting my mate," I snarl as I get into the car. Kohn chuckles, turn into a laugh, and I growl. "I find it strange. She isn't strong....like physically. Why did he choose a human? The only thing I can figure is he is like me...he is already having human thoughts....but more than what I experienced. I think he saw her bruises and decided she needed his protection. He protects the others...maybe he didn't see her as a leader but a sexy human female who needed his protection," Kohn responds, and I immediately snap my head in Malcolm's direction.

CONSTANTINE'S POV Yesterday, I was very pissed at that Russian man Mr. Nicola or whatever he was called, I noticed his movement under the table. I was trying to keep my cool but I lost it when Eulalia went into the ladies'. "Mr. Rodriguez you can send the girl to me after you are done with her. I would compensate you with a huge sum of money" Mr. Nicolav said How dare he? I held him by his neck choking him"Nicolav or whatever you are called that woman is not a property to be sold she's mine and I'm not giving her to you or anybody else ever. Do you understand me?" I asked him

She sorted through the paintings, pulling out the three that stood out to her. The first was of a man, and it seemed Greier and King Brennus knew who the man was. “Eligor.” Titus paused on the picture. “That’s Eligor?” Greier nodded. “That’s him before he turned into the thing he is now.” “Now, I know I was away for a long time, but I could’ve sworn that Carlton’s face looks nothing like this,” Queen Valencia commented. “Simoa mentioned that while it took him a while, he can control the faces to an extent now,” Azalea mentioned.

Jean asked, "Now tell me, soldier, how did that creature look?" Under the pressure of Jean, the male soldier hesitated. "I thought the creature looked like a human... but with dark skin. Its claws were sharp. It resembled a dark elf... except its ear was not pointing upwards. I wonder. A creature with a similar appearance to a human, with high intelligence and strength, is it a new species? The soldier had described an existence that Jean vaguely remembered. Despite her best efforts, she was unable to recall its name.

Both bodies collide with a loud thump as Fallon falls upon the creature. It’s Angelo. But unlike before, his form is fully sheathed in what I assumed was his armor. However, as I fearfully observe him struggle within Fallon’s grip, I can see that it’s actually his skin. His humanoid skin is scaly, and his face looks like a lizards’ face with his slitted eyes and flat nose. A startled cry escapes my lip when he opens his mouth and releases a frightening screech, his lips pulled back from his large fangs and snakelike tongue. His eyes are as black as night, and his hands are curled into grotesque claws.