Sir Pentious Human Form Novels & Stories

Peirce looked around, “The mister that led us here, is he still with his pregnant wife?” Lazarus nodded. Peirce stared to him, his eyes widened, “Your hair… your beards? You lowered it?!” Lazarus nodded. “Cool…” Peirce turned his face down surprised why Lazarus was not saying anything but nodding. “Uh… hm Mister?!—” Lazarus tilted his face to him, “You! What are you?!” Peirce eyes widened as words came out from his mouth, subconsciously. “I-I am an ordinary Inhumane—”

I managed to choke out between sobs. “Please, forgive me,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “Return to your human form!” Monsieur commanded with unwavering authority, his words dripping with dominance. Vienna transformed back into her human shape, and a servant promptly handed her a robe. My mother also shifted back to her human form, and Lucian handed me his coat at this moment. I glanced at him and accepted it gratefully, using it to cover my mother’s wounded body, grateful that it was large enough to shield her.

Within the next few seconds, he slammed down the lid as he turned around and retched violently. In that pot was human flesh, a pot of woman flesh. It was unclear how long the flesh had been stewing into a pot of thick soup, but the tiny skeleton frame inside could be vaguely identified as a woman. A long, empty silence filled the room as everyone looked at the pot of meat and sobbed uncontrollably. All the hot blooded men in the room were found in tears. Hex was incredibly cruel.

"I did not think they would use other humans as bait," Pyotr sighs. "I-I don't think the woman was human, s-she had red eyes," I tell him. Pyotr's face twists in disgust. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. "You were attacked by a sire vampire," he explains. I furrow my brows together, tilting my head. "What is a sire vampire?" I ask. Pyotr tips his head upward, tapping his fingers on the table. His eyes meet mine then he looks away.

It didn’t sound like it. One of the angelic wolves shifted back to their human form and I realized him to look like the creature who had wings and an eye between his brows. He walked towards me and Lucien took a defensive stance, ready to rip him off if he tried to play dirty. But the man didn’t do anything except kneeling on the ground on one leg and bowing his head. “Our Queen.” He said and the others followed, shifting back into their human–or whatever form it was. I looked at Lucien who seemed equally clueless as me. Why were they calling us Queen?

Lilith said, her crimson eyes blinking as she stared at Tio and Cloe. Cloe greeted her with an honest stare and asked, "What is it, Lady Lilith?" Lilith commented, "It feels so heavy." Cloe, concerned, stated, "You can now return to human form, Lady Lilith." "I'm not sure how," Lilith said, her breathing heavy. "Just imagine reverting to your human form," Cloe said. Cloe's words were immediately followed by Lilith. Lilith reverted to her human form with her garments ruined in the blink of an eye. Tio quickly turned away to avoid seeing Lilith's exposed body. When Lilith was on the verge of collapsing, Cloe rushed to her rescue.

Eric said as he pointed to the communicator. Then the communicator we started to Fritz out of control. Eventually, a hologram of a hooded man with a long cape dress down emerged. On the top of his head, was a strange shaped symbol that reminded me of the Akarri5n age symbol that we saw back in then Academy! Greetings humans and hybrids of Earth! The hooded man said. I am Lord ethos ! Chapter 22: The Demand So I guess this is the part of the story when we meet needs a big mean bad guy that everyone knows it’s pulling the strings right?

' And you're human, shouldn't you know how to get back in your form,' she retorted. ' You little-' I felt hands in my fur. Azriel was touching me, he was still in awe of my form and height. " Just take a deep breath and close your eyes, concentrate on being human and you will be," he instructed. I closed my eyes and pictured my human features, soon, I heard the breaking of bones and I was standing naked in my human form. Azriel didn't turn away, his gaze was on my face, and slowly he went further down. I gasped at his shamelessness.

As if the light's mere presence was enough to give the void a quality, a texture, a sense of being observed by something that cared about what it saw. And sitting beside the light, cross-legged in the nothing, with the patient stillness of someone who had been waiting in a waiting room for nine billion years, was a figure. Small. Perhaps five feet tall. Neither male nor female, neither old nor young. Its form was not physical. It was potential. Raw, undifferentiated potential that had been compressed into a roughly humanoid shape by the sheer force of wanting to be seen. It looked up at Jack and Marcus with eyes that contained no anger. No hunger. No malice.

Following a hysterical cackle, that familiar annoying slightly high pitched voice echoed in the arena. The person who spoke emerged from the shadows. He had his eyes covered with a raggedy piece of clothen that used to be white, he was tall and lanky, his back bent, giving him the appearance of a hunchback, the Roman numeral five written in bold italics on his neck and his skin appeared diseased. "So this is your true form, Seth, fifth summon of the Tartarus Klisi clan," Vega said, glaring at him with daggers.