Ovid Metamorphoses: Book 1 Novels & Stories

he said. A couple of snaps resonated from the cage making the creature shape shift into a bird. That instant, the dark energy was no longer visible unless in little parts that came from its mouth. But something built within, I could feel it and in a few seconds it let out, “The world is coming to an end!” “Burn… burn… all districts will be burnt to the grounds and there will be nothing left!” I narrowed my eyes at the shape shifter’s words. “There will be-“

I yelled as Daunte pushed me back toward the house. "Get inside. Now!" Daunte said as he shifted into his wolf form and lunged at Adam. "DAUNTE!" I yelled, frozen in place as I saw the two collide, snarling as they became a hurricane of black and brown fur blood going everywhere. "Briseis, we need to do something?" I said to her. After experiencing an abrupt and intense sensation, an excruciating pain surged through every inch of my being, causing my bones to fracture and realign in an agonizing manner. The torment was unbearable, and I couldn't help but emit a piercing scream as I witnessed the emergence of crimson fur, which started to grow vigorously across my entire physique. As the meta

"And your men are about to find out that you can't put a leash on the tide." The intellectual twist hit the courtyard as the first soldier screamed. It was not a cry of pain, but a sound of structural transformation. His rifle clattered to the marble as his fingers fused, his spine lengthening with the wet, grinding sound of bone meeting bone. In medicine, we call it metamorphosis, a process usually reserved for insects. But this was the Primal Shift. Because these men were not born to the blood, their bodies were not prepared for the grace of the wolf. They were turning into something older, something more monstrous.

It felt like there were magnets pulling me and I couldn’t stop myself. I walked to a dark corner and I was convinced I was lost at this point because it was a place far from the castle building, but still in the palace. That was when I heard the most horrifying roar. Not a howl a roar that shook the very air. My heart nearly stopped. I wanted to run. But something kept pulling me forward. I tried to move away, to turn back but that’s when I saw him. Lucian. His body twisted violently, screaming as his bones snapped, rearranging his skin stretching as something monstrous took over.

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

Maybe the only way I can change our fate is to change myself. Metamorphosis is difficult, painful, and complex. Before true change can happen, there needs to be a spark, a catalyst, an event so overwhelming that the only way to survive is to evolve. Watching Arthur fall to the floor, and then waking to him not able to move, not able to respond, reaching the end of my emotional tether--this is my catalyst moment.

Ciaran's Point of View We were huddled over several maps of the area. Maverick's brow scrunched in concentration. Dargan noting key areas of attack. Ozias planning escape routes. Through it all, she sat on the couch closest to the window. Red satin flowed over her legs that were tightly tucked beneath her. In her hands an old book that Ozias had recommended. Soft curls ran down her neck as she inspected every page keenly. Gone was the white shirt and lust in her eyes. Instead, content swarmed her.

*** The world ignited. *** ### The Transformation Power flooded through Victoria. *** Not cold like Death. Not consuming like Raven’s. *** Alive. Wild. *** Fae magic surged first—bright, fluid, untamed. Then Morrígan’s influence layered over it—sharp, sovereign, deliberate. *** Two forces. *** Balanced. *** Forged. *** Victoria’s eyes burned— crimson— then violet— then something entirely new. *** When the light faded— she stood unchanged. *** And entirely different.

My eyes met Varyon’s, and a flood of intense energy surged through me, like a tidal wave that shattered all barriers. I felt my bones crack one by one, a pain both sharp and liberating, as my body transformed. A howl escaped my lips, a primal scream that echoed in the air, announcing my metamorphosis. I was transforming into a wolf, breaking the chains that bound me to the earth.

the lights went off in the lab, it was the time when they had to switch to the backup power. Olivia opened the pod first, she turned to pick the tranquilizer on the chair. his eyes flicked open , they were white, like that of the woman chanting spells, Olivia did'nt see his eyes, cuz the lights were out, and only the red emergency light was on, when she was about to touch him, his eyes glowed red, his wolf eyes, then it went back to it's beautiful shade of Chestnut-brown.