Shalltear Bloodfallen True Form Novels & Stories

With unmatched ferocity, I drove my claws deep into his flesh, tearing through sinews and bones as blood gushed out. In a final guttural howl, he fell to the ground. I watched as he changed back to his human form, his eyes wide as he choked on his own blood. He opened his mouth as though he wanted to speak. I saw a flicker of pain in his eyes as tears fell from its corner onto the cold ground; he coughed out a mouthful of blood. His side where I had dug into now had blood gushing out uncontrollably from it. His grey, pitiful eyes locked onto my fierce blue ones. "If Athena survives, tell her…," he coughed again, blood spluttering from his mouth, but that didn't stop him from finishing his st

She rose slowly within the column of light, her eyes transforming completely to glowing blue. The Vampire Queen threw her head back and laughed. "Shiloh, you've actually developed feelings for a mere mortal? You're just as pathetic as I once was! Too bad for you, I'm not the same person I was back then. The blood of Valerius's descendants can pierce my defenses, but from this day forward, it will never again pierce my heart!" Shiloh thrust both hands forward. Destructive blue energy surged toward the Vampire Queen, whose perfect features suddenly melted away. What remained was the terrifying true form of the Vampire Queen.

Only the new shall change tonight, only our blood will spill as our human form is destroyed to build something better. I want to die. The pain is unbearable, driving me to the brink of insanity and it truly feels like my human self is being tortured to nonexistence. Every bone in my body snaps and reforms as though it’s being done manually, one at a time, my flesh tears free and pulls away from muscle. I’m wet, a hot pouring out as blood drains from the hellish self-inflicted wounds that seem to last forever, covering me in sticky warm heat, smothering me and leaving a vile metallic scent all around. I can’t tell what’s sweat, what is blood, what is maybe other kinds of fluid. Barely holding

Ri'elle's eyes grow wide, I can hear his heart pounding in his chest, then I see the look in Samuel's eye and I understand, he is Ri'elle's Amore. "Ri'elle, this is Samuel, the vampire king." I tell him, letting my voice trail off as I step aside letting Ri'elle and Samuel have a clear view of each other. I hate this, vampires are dangerous in the best of times, and this is war, this is our enemy, but now if I were to kill him it would not only mean the death of my friendship with Ri'elle, it could also mean Ri'elle's actual death. Because when you are blessed with an Amore your souls join as one, when one of you die's the damage done to the soul can cause the death of the other, especialy i

Beside her, Kael's shadows darkened. The bond pulsed with grim agreement. The Hollow Sovereign raised one hand. Reality cracked. Literally. A jagged tear opened through the air itself before launching forward like a blade. The lead guardian tried to dodge. Too slow. The tear sliced across its shoulder. Silver blood splashed across the ancient floor. The guardian roared. The sound shook dust from the ceiling. Rage flashed across Kael's face. The Shadow Sovereign moved. One moment he stood beside Lyra.

Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision. Driven by an uncontrollable rage, he became a whirlwind of destruction, his fury unleashed upon his enemies. Men fell before him like leaves in a storm, their cries lost in the din of battle. But as the dust settles and the last foe crumpled to the ground, Alex finds himself in the midst of carnage, the adrenaline faded, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. With a final, trembling breath, Alex's form shifted, reverting to his human guise. He collapsed amidst the carnage, closing his eyes against the horror of the scene before him, surrounded by the silent testament of his unleashed fury.

The battlefield had become a vortex of screaming shadows and blinding silver flashes. In the center of the devastation, Kaelen was no longer a man. The dark bargain he had struck finally demanded its full price. His skin tore as blackened fur erupted from his pores, and his bones cracked and elongated with the sickening sound of snapping timber.

He pulled out a knife and without hesitation, cut deep into his own arm and blood poured out. "Heal him," Flair said. I rushed forward and knelt beside the warrior. I placed my hands over the wound as I felt the warmth spread from my chest to my hands. The wound began to close. Slowly at first, then faster. Within seconds, the cut was gone and only blood remained. The warrior stared at his arm in amazement. "It does not even hurt." The representatives whispered again and they looked at me with respect now, maybe even fear. "The final trial," Flair said. "The Trial of Truth. Selvara must prove she carries the Moonborn bloodline."

Such weapons were fashioned after ancient beasts and were made with the blood of those beasts as the focus, hence their true forms were beast forms! The beast in General Siwa's Soul Weapon was known as a Sky Shattering Panther. It's true form was the size of a large size planet! It was a beast that had no home and was a voyager, travelling across the universe in a long journey that never ended. It was said that the Sky Shattering Panther had traveled around the True Universe over 3000 times already! That was enough to show just how old this beast was!