Shalltear Bloodfallen True Form Novels & Stories

If I had the chance to do this again, I wouldn't make the same mistake! What did it feel like to fall 20 floors? The wind sliced at my skin like knives as I hurtled through the air, and the shards of glass cut into me as I crash-landed on a car. My clothes were ripped, as was my skin. My blood flowed as my memories flashed in my mind. One second, ten seconds, a minute… A year, five years, ten years… My life flashed before my eyes. And then, as expected, I was reborn again.

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.”

"I reject her." Lyra felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if a knife had been plunged into her heart. The words were like a death sentence, final and irreversible. But she knew she couldn't stay silent. She had to reveal the truth. "I am not just a slave," Lyra said, her voice trembling but firm. "I am Lyra Nightshade, daughter of Alpha Nightshade of the Silvermoon pack. I am an Alpha by blood." Kael's smirk faded, replaced by a look of shock and anger. "You dare to claim such a title?" he snarled. "You, who have been nothing but a thorn in our side?"

*Alec* I roared in agony. The shock of the sash of claws across my shoulder forced me to shift into my human form. The giant bastard revealed his bloodstained teeth as he rushed at me. I dodged his next attack, but he was relentless, lunging at me. I pushed his claws away with my sword. Sparks flew, burning me as the force of his swing shoved me aside. I rolled, and just as he leaped into the air, ready to pounce on me and kill me. I darted forward, shoving my blade up through his mouth. He twitched for a moment and flailed before he went limp. The visage of a wolf melted away, and the man in leather armor remained, dangling from my sword, scratching weakly at the blade as he continued to fa

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.

Haley falls off my hands “When I take over your body, she will be the first I will kill. I will rape her to death” he growls while coming at me I groan loudly while on the floor, my body still trembling from the impact. I forcefully get up and watch him transform to his true form; he develops a cock leg with sharp claws, a serpent tail, three heads; one of a man spitting fire, one of a sheep and one of a bull, he sits upon an infernal lion with dragon wings and on his hand is a red Lance oozing out flames, I sighs when the transformation is complete

I shifted back to human form as I reached her, pulling both her and Lucas into my arms for one desperate moment. “You made it,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “Barely,” I replied, kissing her forehead. “But we’re not safe yet.” The ground beneath us began to shake. Cracks spread across the cavern floor. And from inside those cracks, the Devourer’s true form started to rise. It was not just a manifestation this time, but the real entity. Its huge shadowy body filled the space, eyes glowing with a hunger that I hadn't seen before.

What piece of him—of us—does it demand? She straightened, all languid grace uncoiling into something sharper, her claws retracting with a soft *snick* that only shifters would catch. "With what we have here. Blood from the line that woke it. Oaths from the one who'll inherit the storm." Her eyes met mine over his shoulder, violet depths swirling like thunderheads gathering. "And truth, Alexander. The kind that cuts deeper than any blade. Are you ready to bleed for it? Or will you let the whispers win?"