Ovid's Metamorphoses: Book 1 Novels & Stories

Amidst these visions, a singular image burned brightly a radiant, ever-changing form that seemed to defy the boundaries of reality. Elysia's heart quickened as she gazed upon this enigmatic figure. It was as if the essence of the elements themselves converged within it a swirling symphony of earth, water, air, and fire. And then, like a whisper carried by the winds, a name brushed against her consciousness: Metamorphosa.

How could so much have changed so fast? She felt the surreal, superhuman power coursing through her veins and looked down at her own body, gleaming in the sun, more muscular and toned than it had ever been when she was human. Indeed, much had changed. But the strangest part of it was, she felt so comfortable in her new skin. She felt natural being a full-blooded vampire, felt like this was always who she was meant to be. Her entire life, she had felt so confused as to what her identity was, as to who she really was, as to where she belonged. Now, she felt, she finally knew. She was a vampire. This was where she belonged. Here, on this island, with this coven, with all of her new friends. If

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

Hunter crossed his arms tightly. “So the psychotic void exile potentially has access to the spirit world now.” “When you say it like that, it sounds bad,” Chaos muttered. Hunter stared at him flatly. “It is bad.” Queen Genoviva looked deeply troubled. “The spirit realm is unstable enough already.” I frowned slightly. “What does the book do?” Order answered immediately. “It contains ancient transition rituals.” Cold spread through me instantly. Transition. Transformation. Ascension. Power transfer. The possibilities hit all at once. Chaos looked furious now.

I throw myself off the cliff as I hear Rex and Tony yelling at me, terror in their voices. I am falling but I feel no fear of losing my life, instead I feel a change sweeping my body, everything feels stretched, but it’s as though a hidden piece of my soul has been unlocked. My birth mark burns white hot and it feels like liquid fire is running through my veins as suddenly my body is transformed.

I trembled with genuine fear for the first time since my arrival to that nightmarish kingdom. “Well, well, princess,” Prince Vogel purred with the same sultry tone I noticed with Abigail, Luthias, and Geo, “It’s indeed a pleasure to finally meet you. I have been most eager for this moment, I assure you.” A surge of energy shot through me when he placed his hands on my shoulders. His lips were cold and dry when he pressed them against each of my cheeks. I had no idea what he was, but I guessed he wasn’t a mutant-vampire. Since Sybil made a point of emphasizing my marriage to him would prevent a war, my guess was reaffirmed. Could he be part of the New World Order? I’d heard they possessed

I wonder what kind of secrets she's hiding from me? I decided to go back to my own room when I felt a heavy feeling inside my head. I stumbled inside the bathroom. I tried to reach the mirror in front of me to see my face. It's getting blurry. I couldn't see my own reflection on it. I closed my eyes, I feel pain inside it. I rubbed my eyes to lessen the pain but when I peeled it open, I screamed. My eyes isn't black, it turned to a crimson red and it's glowing. I'm turning into a vampire again. There were a small glimpse of myself in the mirror before it faded away. I ran back to my mother's room.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

I could feel the dark magic flowing through it and unlike the day I met Arwan and Fen, it felt like a part of me instead of a foreign invader. As if sensing me not knowing where to start or how to find the information I needed, the book pages began to flutter. I watched curiously as the fluttering increased and the pages started rapidly turning before suddenly stopping. It had turned itself to a page filled with an image of a vampire. It looked human, if it hadn't been for the heading, I wouldn't have known what it was. I whispered thanks to book, shaking my head at the notion of talking to it, and eagerly began to read.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.