Shalltear Bloodfallen True Form Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I don’t want to test Fate a second time. I am getting myself lined up with Sage to go right for her jugular. I’m not playing games. I get one shot at taking her out quickly and without having to fight her. Once I’m content with my angles, I charge Sage as a fierce growl tears out of my throat as my jaw opens wide, striking my target perfectly. The warm metallic taste of blood seeps into my mouth. I can taste the iron in her blood. Dropping Sage from my jaw, she falls to the ground. She is so weak she transforms back to her human form.

Elias cried, his silver light healing her, but weakening him. Autumn faced the child, Alina manifesting to clash with it, wolf against beast. The shadows whispered victory through alliance, but Autumn resisted, drawing on the bond, Gale's love purifying her strikes. "You're not family—you're a curse!" The child yelped as her beam struck true, shadows dissipating, revealing a vulnerable pup-form beneath. Gina screamed, lunging, but Levi tackled her, vines binding her. Nathaniel fell to Gale's claws, his reformed body dissolving into ash.

Shards of glass flew in each direction. One of the shards cut Whitney on the back of her hand, leaving behind a streak of blood. She moaned in pain and covered her wound. Still, she didn't respond to my statement. All she did was watch me silently. "Feel better?" she asked, casually wiping off the blood. She continued, "If doing that helped you feel better, smash all the glasses you like. It's my fault you're upset."

This one is the same as the glow of the flame that surrounds his sword. As soon as the power hits the creatures, they turn to ash. Within moments, the rooftop is unearthly silent. I look down the edge of the roof and see that Azazel and some of his men are dispatching the ones that attacked the club. Turning back, I face Fallon. He’s still in his other form, but it doesn’t bother me. In fact, seeing his six-pack and corded thighs turns me on at a nuclear level. He looks at me angrily as he steps forward.

Scarlett whimpered, stumbling back, but Seraphina didn’t let up. Another snarl. Another pounce. This time, she sank her teeth into Scarlett’s hind leg, shaking her like a rag doll before slamming her into the ground. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the battlefield. Scarlett whimpered again, her once-confident stance now weak and trembling. Blood poured from her wounds, soaking into the dirt beneath her. But Seraphina wasn't done. She moved like a ghostly predator, precise and merciless. Growls filled the night, the scent of anger, blood, and death thick in the air as Seraphina pounced again, claws digging deep into Scarlett’s chest. Scarlett barely had time to breathe before Serap

Pure, unfiltered rage. “What did you do?” he snarls, stepping closer to me. Scarlett lets out a soft, hiccuping sigh against my chest, her tiny fingers curling into my tunic. Astaroth’s gaze snaps to her, realization dawning behind his panic. The blood didn’t just make him solid. It made him human, stripping away all of his demonic power. “No,” he whispers. His fingers twitch. “No, that’s not possible.” Arlo shifts beside me, his body rippling into his wolf form in an instant. Fangs bared, he steps between Astaroth and me, a low, menacing growl curling through the air.