Ovid Metamorphoses: Book 1 Novels & Stories

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

Thamer closes his eyes and gathered all his energy and called the six demons inside him to wake up and let him transform until a cloud of smoke begun to appear and in one moment a demon from twenty years ago came back. He saw their opponents and as he started to blurt out the flames coming from his mouth, some of them turned to ashes. Lancelot and Damian, we're on their way to the location but they had no idea that Ramses was following them. They saw from afar that the place was burning. They saw a brood of vampires approaching and they thought that they will hurt them but they feel relieved when all of them went straight to the location. Martha, Drake, Dave, and Diana find a place to hide.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

"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.

The title on it was. "Lore of Elm. This is it." Lore of Elm has that eerie feeling surrounding it. Of course they are, it's a cursed book after all. But the creature who'll be reading the book were also cursed so it's fine. Probably. After opening the magical lock that sealed the book and returned the other books, Noel hummed while he walked towards the exit, when he realized another door was connected to Room Magma. The shape of the door couldn't be identified from the distance where Noel stood because the lights weren't able to reach where the door was, with it being hidden behind one of the shelves.

the young woman explained. Olivia moved forward to take a closer look at one of the books displayed inside a showcase. It was an old book and it looked soiled. The cover of the book showed several small circles, each one depicting a form of metamorphosis. One of them particularly caught her attention. It showed a humanoid creature morphing step by step into something that looked like a phoenix. “One of these books might have an answer to where the dinosaurs actually came from,” Romos joked.

With a look of genuine concern, he asked, “Should I stop?” I shook my head and managed to squeak out the word, “No.” “Very well,” he said with a sigh. “Bartholomew’s crew spotted the mutants and made short of them. They abandoned the scene to reap the praise of a job well done, leaving the cleanup from their slaughter to the natives. It so happened a small band of vampires were passing by. They took pity on the bullet ridden survivors who were hanging onto life with pathetic futility and introduce vampire venom into their systems. Unfortunately, Sybil and a few others they saved were so riddled and torn with bullets it was impossible to tell they were bitten by mutants and would soon turn m

The impact knocked the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping, unable to move. Distantly, I heard him turn away again. A wave of helplessness threatened to crush me as I watched him move towards the acolyte's room I wanted to move. I wanted to stop him. But I had lost all my strength, and he was just too damn strong. Then I heard a low, deep growl from a distance. The air suddenly shifted as I forced my head up to see Viktor was transforming right before my very eyes. His body trembled violently as something inside him finally broke free. Bones snapped and reformed with horrifying clarity. His muscles expanded, tearing through fabric as his frame grew larger, broader, and monstrous. Black fur

On the very first page, there remained a symbol— A full moon, but it was completely black. My skepticism rose even more, and I turned it to the next page. The headline of the paragraph came to my gaze. Transformation of humans to the predators of the night—Vampires. Knowing that reading this was not going to come into my work, not when I no longer considered myself a human. I turned the next few pages and all it had was different symbols and the name of different creatures and how a human could be turned into one of them. The book turned interesting to me as I flipped each of the pages, the titles and the vivid descriptions were intriguing.

Focusing on the image, Evie held the book out towards the guardian. The creature's blue light intensified, its form shimmering and pulsating as it responded to the symbol. A tendril of energy lashed out from the guardian, wrapping around Evie's arm. The connection surged with unimaginable power, a torrent of raw energy threatening to consume her. Evie gasped, pain lancing through her arm as she fought to maintain control. Images flooded her mind – the darkness, the corruption at the heart of Aethel, the very essence of life itself. It was a dizzying, overwhelming experience, but she held on, channeling the power through the symbol in the book.