Sir Pentious Human Form Novels & Stories

I said. Mr. Humphries entered, still bandaged but walking, even smiling. He was holding something behind his back. “I want you to know how much I appreciate your help,” he said. “If you hadn’t been there, I don’t know if I could have gotten up. So . . . I brought you something.” He opened his hands to reveal a peculiar necklace, the pendant of which was an inscribed pentagram. “It’s a Morpheus Pentacle,” said Mr. Humphries. “The seller claimed that it prevents lilitu from entering the wearer’s dreams.”

“Zayne will find you.” “And I have found you,” a voice declared. In an instant, I was on my feet, and everyone else followed suit, except for Rhea. A man with curly black hair and beautiful gray eyes approached us, exuding strength and power. He possessed an alluring aura that seemed almost divine, as if a god had taken human form. This wasn’t the same way I had seen him before; he had transformed into a human guise. “Whose form is this, Aspro?” Rhea finally got up, the corner of her lips twitching into a smile.

When we reach the mattress he drops me onto it, then follows me down, and pins my wrists above my head with one hand. The other goes back to my throat. He rolls his hips in a slow, deliberate circle that makes me see stars. “Beg for it,” he says. I laugh breathlessly. “You first.” “I think you forget, Doll, that there are a lot of ways I could punish you,” He pulls all the way out of me until just the hilt remains, his eyes flashing. “Beg for it.” “Please, Sir” I whisper, giving in because I’m too far gone to play anymore. “Please make me come.”

However, her efforts were in vain. "Ssh ... take it easy, beautiful. You'll be fine. I want to see your beautiful true form." Ivory shook her head violently as Seth laid her down in the water-filled tub while he took off all his clothes and looked impatient. "No, Seth ... please stop your torment. Let me go. I know you're a good person, Seth, please ..." Ivory had forgotten how often she had begged the human-shaped monster before her. All this time, she didn't know that Seth was also one of Max's kind. Only, his body was smaller with terrible fur.

My grandpa, Arawn, says before he comes down off the dais to embrace me. He’s in his human form because his normal form always creeps me out, my dad doesn’t mind but I saw him in his usual form—deer skull with branches for antlers with a human body—for the first time when I was five and it scared the shit out of me. Therefore, for me, he maintains his full human form when I visit. His human form is tall and muscular, his long black hair braided, his irises match the sclera of his eyes with no pupils. That’s a little creepy but I can handle the eyes. “Why did you call us down here?”

"This is the third person we've killed! We're not going to get ahead with our plans at this rate." Envy paced near the wall, his movements restless. "The thing is," he muttered, his tone edged with irritation, "we're wasting time. We've killed four people already, and we're still no closer to what we need. We need the perfect form to move forward. We can't go there in these shadowy spirit forms." Greed folded his arms, nodding. "A vessel. A perfect human body to hold," he said grimly. The spirits exchanged determined glances before dissolving into flickers of darkness, scattering in search of their goal. After an hour of relentless searching like dogs looking for bones. they returned, each o

she said, her words ridden with stutters, her voice laced with fear. He looked around him once more, ready to shift and attack the wolves if they dared come closer. But just as he was about to do that, the wolves all began to shift back into their human forms. Liam let out a sigh of relief, realizing that the wolves were not rogues. Rogues had an inhuman ferocity in them that nothing could diminish. They were always so rough and impatient. The first to approach Liam was a man, tall and muscular with long black hair and piercing blue eyes. He offered to help him with Penelope, but Liam, still wary, asked him to go away.

Something hit me and a needle pierced through my neck. My eyelids grew heavy and my body went limp. Despite my best efforts, I found myself shifting to my human form. “What do you think? This potion works wonders, right?” A gruff voice sounded as a man with dead black eyes came into view. He was probably the head of this lair. A few more men came running, and they dragged me to my feet, kicking my shin to make me kneel. A furious growl ripped through me and I glared at the man. “Where is my mate?”

"The pendant is the only thing that allows them to shift back into human form." Rian’s brows furrowed before realization clicked into place. His lips parted as he connected the dots. "So that means our killer lost the pendant at the crime scene—" "Which means they’re either in serpent form or human form," Dev added immediately, catching onto the implications. Samir folded his arms. "But whichever form they're in right now... they can’t change back." A chill ran through the room. Ishaan finally lifted his gaze from Ashwin to his brothers. His expression had shifted—no longer dazed, no longer lost in the beauty of his mate’s transformation.

Something falls out of the folder, fluttering to the floor. Sofia bends, picking it up. "Holy," she breathes. "What even is this?" She hands it to me. When I bring it to eye level, my breath hangs. Bottomless black eyes peer at me, a tall, white headpiece extending from a deformed head. Beside the humanoid figure is a hound from hell. "The Reverend," I whisper. "What?" Soph asks, confused. Inner jostle. "I... It looks like a reverend. You know, with the headpiece and all."