Sir Pentious Human Form Novels & Stories

There must be plenty of dead bodies beneath the earth that surrounded them, right? With this thought, he closed his eyes once more. He focused his attention to the earth. The land around them shook slightly, and somewhere near him, he felt the rattling of old bones... ****************** “Damn you, where are you taking me,” Shia demanded to know. Her fists were trembling in fright, but she controlled her fear. Even at the very end, she would not give Sirion the satisfaction of seeing her break down and cry. “Don’t be afraid, love. The flames would only hurt you for a moment. Once you shed your mortal flesh, you’ll be a free. Don’t you want to see what you really looked like? Aren’t you curiou

She watched as the greyhound turned to a man with bald head,who had bloodshot eyes and fangs for teeth. "Hello beautiful! I'm sorry to intrude on your little moment there", he whispered with an evil smile. "Stay away from me", Penney ordered, shaking visibly. "Oh no my dear,I mean no harm. Just need some answers and I'll be gone",he said kneeling close to her. "What do you want from me?",she questioned. "Good girl! I need to find someone. I tracked her down here. She's quite a fair maiden and her eyes are green like the lettuce. She's a slave and she's a pretender. Think you know, anyone that may fit into that description?",he snickered.

he said, "what about me?" Mr. Hill, returning to the present, chuckled. "Ah, Jonathan," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You my friend, are on a mission of utmost importance. Go to a boutique nearby, find the most beautiful dress you can imagine, and deliver it to my penthouse to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He then asked for a pen and an empty sticker note. When he was given, he scribbled down some words on the empty note and gave Jonathan, “Do not open this note under any circumstances, just get the dress, and deliver it to my penthouse. You got that?”

I turned to the girl and smiled. “Please tell him we are not mad, we need him more than ever. We are more than willing to work with his youthfulness.” “I am here,” a voice said behind me. I turned but there was no one there. I guess that answered my question about human form. I couldn’t see him or scent him. He grew increasingly more valuable by the minute. “It seems my gift can be shared by smaller creatures. Can I alone still see him?” Penny asked, her Irish accent quite heavy.

Including the puppeteer and their direct commander, that the Mistress introduces in a whisper. “Welcome, Jaira.” Then four pentagrams then draw right in front of them. The hue that represents the directions and the four puppet that HE is proud to have and at the same time is amuse for their loyalty and faith towards him. “We came, heeding your call, our God.”

“He’s bored.” The alpha transformed back into his human form; the hairs on his body retracted into his skin, his bones and flesh receding back into their former shape. His face returned from the bestial scowl of a wolf’s face into a handsome man’s with undercut black hair. His human torso was built like a sculpture, with his muscles formed perfectly on top of his form. The long pants were tattered on his waist and legs, showing glimpses of the muscles of his thighs. Perseus reached out a hand, “My name is Perseus Graymane.”

I don’t have time to finish the last sentence because I catch a glow in the corner of my eye, turning back to the quarry bottom, I see some sort of object shimmering in the center of the humans’ circle while they hum in unison. The glow grows stronger, and then the item starts to expand. It changes form as it does, until it’s... the shape of a large man. He rises and raises his arms, which like the rest of him are nothing but an ethereal, blue-green glow, similar to what I saw in the Moon Goddess, but this is… evil. I can feel it. He moves his arms around and points... to the boulder we’re hiding behind. “Maybe they do have magic,” I whisper.

Stefan called out with difficulty, his airflow was restricted. Axel tried to revive her, but it was pointless. She was gone. To his surprise, Penelope's corpse turned into a dog-like creature. He let go of her in dismay. Like he had been hit with a jolt of electricity. Why was Penelope’s body turning into a dog? Though his eyes were blinded by tears, he still managed to make out the figure of his grandfather moving toward him. He could bet he was not happy. He broke out in sweat and shivered, which were all human reflexes. But that was all he could feel in that moment, dread. He quickly released the young man's breath and ran to his grandfather. He fell at his feet in panic.

“Why insist on saving her?” “Because she’s human,” Sir Hans answered, unblinkingly, watching those snake-like eyes narrow, “Anyone that has a soul is worthy to be saved. Any human, any life can still be forgiven and redeemed,” here, his eyes narrowed in return at the seemingly offended glare, “… unlike you.” “…I cannot be saved, then?”

Demetrius stood there cocking his head as his grin grew even wider, “I thought you would like some company,” He said turning his head ever so slightly to look down at the man with disinterest in his human form, he looked at him the same way you would look at a piece of food sitting on a plate, he was nothing other than a meal to someone like Demetrius, his human form held no importance to Demetrius what so ever, that was clear as daylight.