Shalltear Bloodfallen True Form Novels & Stories

Asked Talon. “To this day, you beta, I am not sure,” she answered truthfully. “The truth of the matter is, when a Gold Blood is turned, we never know…what form of inhuman we will take,” she confessed. “I…am a shapeshifting inhuman, but I am not limited to just that.” “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” Harlyn asked. Fortunately, Valene hadn’t done too much damage when they fought. She was adamant on still being apart of the solution to keep Shadow Veil safe. Despite her injuries.

A wince from the little girl’s mouth let her know that she might have cut too deep but there was no longer time to dwell on that. She clasped her bleeding palm against her child’s own the blood mixing like a light coat of honey but rather a crimson color. “Of my desire I give you my soul. Of my will I give you my blood. Of my choice I give you my life, take this part of me and be whole. May the gods approve of this trade” She held it there for a few minutes, having what might be the last feel of her daughter and then she went towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. She was washing down her hands and the sharp tool that had just seared layers of her skin.

The fallen angel asked innocently. "Oh, not at all. I just saw you make 3 men fall dead to the ground without even touching them, had butterflies appear out of nowhere to attack me on demand, and then proceed to disappear into thin air twice. So excuse me if I've accepted my fate a little too fast for your liking and want you to just kill me already." Despite trying to sound calm, I could tell my voice came out shaky when he shot me an arrogant smile. I wish I had his disappearing abilities because I would've been long gone by now but unfortunately, not all of us are born special.

Sweat covers her temples and her brows. “It’s okay. I’m here.” I wipe the tears staining her cheeks. Her chin trembles as she stares at me over her shoulder. “They…they were grabbing me…I didn’t…couldn’t…fight…” “It’s over, Rose. It’s all over, okay?” "They… stripped Sasha in front of me and almost raped her and me…I couldn't help her." So Rose finally figured out Pharaoah’s second in command is actually a woman. About time someone did.

Draven turned away calmly. “General.” One of the towering BloodFall generals stepped forward instantly. Kaden’s face turned ghostly pale. “No…” The General unsheathed a massive blade slowly. “No! PLEASE! I’M HER BROTHER!” Draven didn’t even look back. “End it.” Kaden screamed. “PHILIPA WOULD NEVER FORGIVE YOU—!” SHING!! The blade flashed once and silence fell. Kaden’s head rolled across the black floor before stopping near the throne steps. Blood spread slowly outward and the hall remained completely silent.

He was using dark magic to steal my power and I had no way to stop him. Tears of pain and desperation filled my eyes. I was going to die here. Dante was going to die trapped in that training hall. Elena would wake up to find everyone she cared about gone. The pack would fall to Rye and Sofia's betrayal. The tears spilled over, running down my cheeks. One landed on my bleeding palm. The moment it touched my blood, something incredible happened. The blood shimmered, then transformed. What had been red and flowing became clear as water. I stared in shock as more tears fell, each one touching the blood flowing from my wound. And with each tear, more blood transformed into pure, clear water.

she yelled, her voice distorted by her rage. Aleksander's eyes widened, but he refused to back down, transforming into his true form. His dark skin darkened, his brown eyes glowed brighter, and his teeth sharpened into fangs. A scythe materialized in his hands, gleaming menacingly. "Alina Starfall!" he roared, his voice commanding and echoing through the room. Faris' eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in the chaos, while Ellaine watched in wonder, her eyes fixed on Alina's unleashed power, a sight she had never seen before.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

I asked, scared for our lives. Within three seconds, the fog disappeared, and a face I knew too well replaced Shilhi’s. “S-Sarai?” I muttered, unable to believe my eyes. The next second, Shilhi’s face returned, replacing the enchantress Sarai’s face like it was never there. “Still working on that spell,” She sighed, “Hopefully, after the sacrifice, I will finally be able to possess my true form.” “True form?” My brains were working ten miles per second.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.