Shalltear Bloodfallen True Form Novels & Stories

She's out for blood. I evade her attack and come back by lashing out at her skin. My claws grabbed her leg and drag down the side of it. Shaye howls in pain. I'm distracted as Rafael howls in pain. I look over and see him and the alpha tumbling on the ground. They're lashing out at each other with claws and bite marks. They're digging into each other. They're both getting horrifically wounded. Then, Shaye lunges for my neck. I have to turn my attention back to her and evading her attacks.

Blood. There was blood everywhere. Amazonita’s eyes stared at his face with a frightened expression and Kalias just smiled without any emotion being expressed on his face. A macabre smile, almost lifeless. "I finally found you," he said. "You are the goddess of the moon," he said and the sound of bones being broken beneath the feet of that absurdly tall man, made the black-haired girl shrink against the wall where she had been thrown. “And now you will be mine".

If it darkened, if it withered, I was false. Andre stepped forward, his voice slick as oil. “At last, the truth revealed. No bond can disguise blood. No half-shift can deceive fire. Today, we see her for what she truly is.” Marcus snarled, but the elder silenced him again. A ceremonial dagger was brought forth, its blade glinting in the morning light. My hand trembled as I took it. I could feel the weight of the kingdom pressing down on me, waiting, hungry for my fall.

Wind lashed through the trees, ripping grass from its roots, flinging dust and debris into the sky. A deafening silence followed, and then a voice. Low. Deep. Far too close. "There you are." Yes, their cover was gone. They had been found. Miracle's jaw slackened at the true form of the lord of fallen angels. Slimy scales lined his lids, thin streaks of vermilion branching through his bloodshot eyes, intensifying the wrath in his glare. Greenish-blue veins bulged beneath his sagging skin, and his boneless cheeks flopped to his neck, dangling as he walked. He looked scary.

He drops. She's up again. Moving. But slower. The bond pulses between us. Through it—her power flickering. Fading. Coming back weaker. Fading again. Then— The pressure releases. The corrupted rogues pull back. Not retreating. Regrouping. Melting into the treeline. Breathing room. Barely. I shift. Human form. Naked. Blood covering every inch of skin. My warriors collapsing around me. Gasping. Some whimpering. Blood pooling beneath them. Too much blood.

The violet film in his eyes shattered like a broken window, leaving behind the brilliant, fierce amber of the True Alpha. "The bind..." the Priest whispered, falling to his knees. "It’s gone. The fated bond... It's broken." The hall was silent for a heartbeat. Then, the guests began to murmur, their eyes turning toward Seraphina. "She lied," a warrior from the Silver-Moon growled, stepping forward. "She used a curse to steal our Alpha." "She’s a witch!" a woman cried. "Look at her face!" Seraphina stood in the center of the wreckage, her hair wild, her skin turning an ashen, mottled gray. Without the glamour of the Blood-Bind, her true form was leaking out—a creature of envy and rot.

As it passes by me, I strike, the blade slicing through its fur and drawing blood. The creature howls in pain, its form flickering as it stumbles back. I don’t give it a chance to recover. I move in swiftly, the blade flashing in the dim light as I strike again, this time aiming for its heart. The shapeshifter lets out a final, guttural growl before collapsing to the ground, its body shifting back into its original form—a twisted, unrecognisable mass.

Suddenly, Chase recalled the King of Sandom's words about Shale conducting a blood sacrifice to devour the citizens of Sandom. Perhaps the Demon Saint Shale, believing it could not survive, had used this special method to continue its bloodline? "The Demon Saint Shale has passed on. We are merely the bloodline continued through his special methods," Fallon explained. He and Carla had transformed into human form, and their demonic flame had disappeared. They indeed appeared to have suffered considerable damage. "Special methods? Tell me about these special methods," Chase said, watching them closely.

"They're not real. It's just the temple, feeding on your guilt." "They look real," he grits out, his eyes already shifting to red-silver. "They feel real." "Then use your curse. The Mist Queen said the shadows can pierce illusions. Let the Bloodwraith see the truth." He hesitates, and I can feel his fear of losing control. But I send reassurance through the bond, showing him that I'm here, that I won't let him fall. He gives in to the transformation partially, letting the Bloodwraith's power flow through him without fully changing. His eyes blaze red-silver, and the shadows around him sharpen into blades. He swipes at the nearest illusion, and where the shadow touches, the figure dissolves.

right next to me. “What the fuck?!” Despite my words, I immediately drive the heel of my shoe into Liam's eye, channeling all my anger into my attack. I kick away quickly as his claws shoot toward me. The man is in front of Liam in an instant, a silver sword gleaming in his hand. “Pure wolf or not, this will do the trick.” A sword? Since when did he start using a sword? And… Why does his voice sound different? “Bastard. Don’t—” Liam’s words are cut off as the man drives the sword through his heart. The color drains from his eyes as he crumples, lifeless, his body reverting back to his human form.