Ovid's Metamorphoses: Book 1 Novels & Stories

I was completely out of control. Even if Geo tried to resist, I question if he could have fought me off. He may have been a one-thousand-year-old vampire, but I had the strength and power of a newbie with sexual needs that demanded satiating. One of the things I’d read and heard about vampires in the folklore while growing up was that, for the first few months after their transition, the newly made vampire possessed incredible strength that would rival the oldest of vampires. This was one tale that proved to be true. I held Geo in such a vice grip and devoured his lips with such passionate aggression that he grunted in discomfort rather than the lustful ecstasy I was experiencing.

Without so much as a warning Tala grabbed Odine around her neck and lifted her up, then walked back through the house with her and threw her on a couch, the ash of the first two victims making her cough and wave along with that choke feeling in her neck. Tala feeling her new strength addicting braced and stretched again, taring more of her shirt "Now, little coward vampire, I want to know everything" Odine only looked at her and swallowed she never thought she'd find a woman this intimidating, considering what she was "Everything?"

“What’s happening? You’re scaring me.” “When a vampire injects venom into the bloodstream of a woman after coupling,” he said hesitantly, “it starts the transition process.” “What transition pro—” My eyes widened as recognition set in. “You’re transitioning into a vampire.”

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

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

I cried, my voice barely audible over the roaring fire. "Olivia!" My father’s voice cut through the chaos. He was trying to reach me, but the flames held him back. "Don’t panic, darling. Daddy will save you!" He grabbed a bucket of soapy water and threw it at the fire, but it was useless. The flames were too strong. Before I could respond, I felt something shift inside me. My body convulsed, twisting and changing. A monstrous growl tore from my throat. I had transformed into something I couldn’t recognize. My vision blurred, and when it cleared, I was outside the fire—but not as myself.

Fourteen was barely more than a child. Vaelen pushed himself away from the doorway and stepped into the room at last. “That was the first time I had access to this place,” he said. His fingers brushed the spine of one of the books as he passed. “The first time the beast transferred into me. It was—” His voice remained steady. But she noticed his hand. The slight tremor in it. Small enough that someone else might have missed it. She didn’t. “Terrifying.” The honesty in his voice made her chest tighten.

[Carnelia] The book is heavy with more than just the sinews and hide that binds it, but with the weight of what it means. My father, what is left of him, now rests in my hands. Should I open it? Sighing, my talons grip the book more firmly between my fingers as I take a deep breath and look around to see if there is a chair where I might rest. Passing a mirror, I pause, gasping. I don’t look like myself anymore, but rather a version of myself I do not remember ever being. I am tall and lithe, my chestnut skin glowing golden from within, my eyes shining like two burning suns.

The world building of Illuminating Darkness is kinda weird in some aspect, but lore must be quite superb because it became a popular book. “His heart turned into the dragons; His kidneys turned into the Elves; His ears turned into beast people; His liver turned into mystical creatures; His brain turned into dwarves. His spirit became the seven orthodox Gods, and His knowledge gave birth to humanity.” continuing this while still looking outside. Seven orthodox Gods? Wait! Aren't the official churches of the Avalor Kingdom involved in that!?

I sat on my bed and leaned on the headboard before taking a deep breath. I wasn’t being delusional. I saw it, I saw that his eyes turned red for a second. I just shook my head and tried to get it out of my head. I got the book that I borrowed from the library. I remembered that this book was from Zion, the one he said I’ll like. The main character was a female vampire who had just gotten off of her transition. I’ve read some pages and I stopped when I realized something. Some of the information was familiar to me. I went back to the other pages to read it again.