Shalltear Bloodfallen True Form Novels & Stories

Eren got up from his bed and went straight to the bathroom. Eren took off all his clothes. He was completely naked then. Now his muscles the result of the physical training he underwent was evident. He started to turn on the shower faucet and took a warm shower. When Eren rubbed his back, he just remembered that the back that was clawed by the creature didn't show any scars or bruises at all. Even Eren didn't feel any pain.

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.

Silver-coated bullets pierced the night, hitting the beast’s hind leg and flank. He howled, enraged. He turned. Big mistake. I vanished. My trump card—Dead Step—a flash step only I mastered. A blur through shadow. I appeared beneath his exposed belly, claws glowing with built-up energy. SHRAKKKK! I dragged them deep across his gut. Black blood sprayed across the ice. He stumbled, breath gone, collapsing to one knee as he shifted back into human form—shaking, clutching his stomach, coughing blood and curses. I loomed over him, panting hard, fangs bared.

“Your entire body was glowing with a blood-red light. A powerful force was awakened within your body, and you struck at me with the Malevolent Sword. Fortunately, I have a strong cultivation base. If you were facing an ordinary person, they would have already been killed by your sword.” “Ah?” After hearing that, Thea’s face turned pale in shock. Her delicate frame trembled. “R-Really?” “Yes, it's the truth.” Thomas nodded. “From now on, don’t circulate energy and don’t use your True Energy. If you do so, True Energy will stimulate the turtle’s blood in your body, causing it to erupt with a powerful force. With your intelligence and focus, you won’t be able to control the power of the turtle'

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

He was just like me, constantly living in a nightmare where he killed his lover. "Since I can't have you, I'll destroy you. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you descend from the heavens and straight to hell, my princess. "I'm going to kill you before putting you back together—you'll be my specimen and perfect lover. Look at the example your best friend has set for you." He pulled the cloth covering his sculpture, revealing a familiar face. It was Joey!

My breath hitched when he yanked his expensive coat in one swift movement before letting it fall onto the ground. “What are you doing?” I yelped as he stepped away and stripped the rest of his suit. “You wanted the truth, Little Moon. This is the truth.” And then a crack split the night. Then another. Then another. I watched with horror as all the bones in his body shifted and contorted. Smooth skin rippling and fur forming on it. “No,” I whispered as Azrael stripped off the human form and wore the form of the beast. The second lycan marched towards the first and raised his head. Gold, glowing eyes stared at me, waiting, impossibly bigger than life itself.

I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children. “Now there are many realms beyond this one that are filled with such creatures.” “Why have I never seen them?” “Because the lands are divided into realms that allow particular creatures. And aside from that, most look like you anyway. They’re only made obvious if they’re touched by one known as the Spark.” “Spark?” “If a Spark were to touch you, then you would fully evolve into whatever you carried the blood of. Thus being ‘Sparked’ into being.” “What if you didn’t know you had the blood of some…Creature.”

Finally, Rachelle gathered her thoughts and looked at Darryl, puzzled. "You… You mean that Prince Auten took over the body of my Senior Brother?" Darryl nodded. "Yes." Then, he glanced around and said, "Who else did you think made this massive formation? This is called the Fairy Slaying Formation. There isn't such a formation in the human world." Immediately, Rachelle nodded and pondered. Her beautiful face looked extremely perplexed. To Rachelle, she thought she was only defiled by Darryl, but she did not expect the whole thing to be so complicated. For a moment, she felt a buzz in her head.

Dried blood stained every inch all around. I cut my palm with a dagger carved from bone. The blood dripped onto the stone and vanished instantly, pulled into the rock like the Mire itself was drinking me in. “I will call you,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Shadow Lord. Devourer of truth. Keeper of lies.” The ground cracked beneath me as mist turned black. And then… he came. He had no form—just smoke and eyes and hunger. But his presence made my skin crawl and my power sing.