Igneel Human Form Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes narrowed sharply. "How could that be ... ?" Sherthec smirked. "That's easy, because that little dragon with you has a little bit of me," he replied. He advanced step by step towards Felen and Igle. A step that made a loud thud from its big feet. Slowly Sherthec's body shrunk, and a few steps before he reached Felen, his form turned into a tall human with sturdy broad shoulders. His burly muscles were perfectly molded from under the man's black shirt.

My grandpa, Arawn, says before he comes down off the dais to embrace me. He’s in his human form because his normal form always creeps me out, my dad doesn’t mind but I saw him in his usual form—deer skull with branches for antlers with a human body—for the first time when I was five and it scared the shit out of me. Therefore, for me, he maintains his full human form when I visit. His human form is tall and muscular, his long black hair braided, his irises match the sclera of his eyes with no pupils. That’s a little creepy but I can handle the eyes. “Why did you call us down here?”

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.

Alberich sounded irked. Eleand immediately shifted to his complete faerie form. His dragon wings mightily flapped, and his birthmark on his back blazed in blue light, creating the same pattern of magic rune that floated behind him. “Yerie, help us!” Nikola gasped, “Look at his back!” she pointed out his rear. “And so? What the fuck is that?” Alberich’s eyes narrowed. Branigan replied. “That is the distinct symbol of the Ancient King, Airoh. He is back, and he is Eleand in his secondary human form.” The young lord was calm as if telling a fact.