Metamorphosis Audiobook Novels & Stories

Nothing I did with the coven prepared me for the thrill of having so much energy coursing through my body. My body is cocooned within a nebulous cloud of energy that stings me with little pricks of electricity that set my teeth rattling. "Just part of your transformation," he assures me, Master's voice still speaking to me through our connection. "Metamorphosis should be painful. Anything worth becoming will only be won through pain." When my transformation is complete, all eyes will be on me. "No one will shine brighter," he tells me. "Everyone will be able to tell that the heavens themselves favor you."

I wasted no time loosening the ones around my ankles, the adrenaline dulling the sting of raw skin. The air shifted around me, the wolf inside me clawing to be free. I didn’t hesitate. My body shifted, bones cracking and reshaping as fur sprouted across my skin. In seconds, I was on all fours, my senses sharper, my fear replaced by pure instinct. I had my first metamorphosis just minutes after my impending doom. The window was my only chance. With a running leap, I shattered through the glass, the icy night air cutting into my fur as I landed in the forest beyond.

Now, the witches, their liturgical duties continuing amidst peal upon peal of thunder shaking the foundations, are in an all-out storm, rivaling that in my heart while the pieces fell together-the finalization of this metamorphosis was much larger than merely one will to live or an explanation behind some difficult moments of relationship with Callum. The runes on my skin are pulsating brighter now, and some kind of an¬cient power stirred in my blood. A great fork of lightning splintered the sky now, and in its flash I caught Callum's reflection behind me in panes of glass. The look on his face-a mix of love and fear-makes a pang in my heart hurt. Everything I thought I knew about us, about

The dawn we watched from the ruins. The geode sings . The harvester gasps as the echo releases her. The Child pulls us both free, collapsing onto the sanctuary floor as the geode in my chest transforms , its jagged edges smoothing into something luminous.

— Be quiet, you old fleabag. I can't concentrate on what I'm reading here, I growled at him. He completely ignored me and continued dancing. I looked through all my books for any information about unusual transformations. I wouldn't rest until I discovered what was behind Chloe's peculiar transformation. My desk was cluttered with books of all sizes and colors, but I hadn't found anything yet. I rested my forehead on the table, exhausted. Suddenly, a title in gold letters caught my attention. Descendants of the Moon

Transmogrify: 2 Transmogrify target detected… duplicating… 1% 2% 3% 99% 100% complete Congratulations, host. You can now transmogrify into soil. Transmogrify: 3 ...You can now transmogrify into ash. Transmogrify: 4 Notifications kept popping up as the system was reporting on Quickstep's latest harvest with its female sultry voice. Quickstep followed the arrow for thirty minutes as he moved in his snake form by side winding.

I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the transformation begin to take hold. My bones cracked and shifted, my body elongating and furring over. She turned away, granting me the privacy I needed to complete the arduous process. Once the transformation was complete, I took my first step towards her before I stopped in my track and swiveled my head. That smell. I could smell the metallic scent, like cooked flesh, but it wasn't from the direction we had came from. Grunting to get Katrina's attention, I turned and moved down the river.

My beautiful long fingernails were replaced with long sharp black claws. My heart dropped in confusion when my tongue grazed over a sharp pointed canine that replaced my teeth. My sweet, melodious voice was gone, and I lost my ability to talk. I released a burst of agonizing screaming as I felt brown furs sprouting out of my body, covering every inch. As my body completed the last metamorphosis, I covered a short distance, craning my neck to meet the crescent moon that peaked behind a thick cloud. Releasing a deafening howl, I retreated, dropping to the floor in a thud before panting weakly.

He still needs to get punished by me later on. Finally, we are now in my room, and Chris sits on my bed while I am on my gaming chair while my legs and arms are crosses. I am looking at Chris's restless reaction because he keeps on rubbing his hands. Since he is not speaking and looking at me, I start the conversation. "Don't be restless; I am still me..." I halt and stand up, "Metamorphosis." I mumble and turn back to normal. Chris glances at me and notices him gulp.

"After all, I dont have any basis to show you, I only have my gut feel and its not very helpful at all." "But you're right. My scholar is the murderer." "Yeah..." She whispered. "What are we going to do now? What if we die here? What if–" "Shh... calm down Doreen." Alistair said. "I know this book wont allow that." She heaves out a sigh. "I hope you're right." I hope this book wont really forsake us. Because so far, the only good thing that she experienced inside this book is meeting the author itself– Metamorphoses also known as Prince Alistair. Cheesy right? But that's how she truly feel right now. She's thankful that she met the man who's in front of her right now.