Sir Pentious Human Form Novels & Stories

Without Pact sanction. It would look dangerously close to rebellion. And the last one hadn’t ended kindly. That night, Siran dreamed. She stood in a vast bloomfield that did not exist on any map. No ridges. No trees. Just a flat silver plain under an eternal dusk sky. Across from her stood a figure made of thread and voice not fully human, not entirely spirit. “Liraeth,” Siran whispered. The figure tilted its head. “Not quite,” it answered. “But close. I am her remembrance, her intention, her thread left behind.”

it can be a touchy subject. “Yes,” the voice rumbled like colliding planets. “At least, I used to be a long time ago, or so it feels. Time is so hard to pin down these days. But yes. A girl. Were you expecting someone petite and demure? A simpering cutie with big doe eyes? Sorry to disappoint.” She didn’t sound very sorry. “You probably prefer a wiggle and a giggle. I can provide you with those things, too.” Tentacles writhed, changing the form from humanoid to something with far too many limbs, and back again. The giggle that accompanied the slithering transformation gurgled like a storm drain.

In seconds, his form changed, and I was now looking at his human form. “You fucking did it on purpose!” I growled at him. My chest was still heaving as the fucker continued to laugh. “You’ve seen me on this form before, so what’s surprising?” “I expect a decent human to appear in front of me! Not a burnt coal with a hanging rod!” “Enough of the banter... What’s going on?” Patrea appeared, and thankfully, she was in her human form. Soon, Adan and Lucy appeared as well. “I didn’t know everyone would come,” I answered instead.

It seemed to convey a silent assurance that I was no longer alone in this perilous dance of secrets and shadows. And just then he transformed back into his human form. “Does now look like a good time?.” He asked, panting slightly. He had definitely lost it

The elevator doors slid open, and the federal team stepped inside, the gold-plated panels closing to leave the penthouse in a heavy, charged silence. The moment the elevator numbers began to tick down, the tension inside my chest snapped. I dropped back down to my knees on the wet concrete of the ledge, the rain plastering my long dark hair to my face. Iris let out a low, breathy huff, the amber light erupting from her skin once more as she shifted back into her human form.

“I mean… All I can do is play games.” “But you won’t be able to pass on.” “And also… Wait, why?” “That’s why you should always ask if you have any doubts… You won’t be able to pass on since you have regrets and they can’t be carried over to your next life.” The strange man starts to walk in the direction of his classroom and Akihiko floats and follows him. While walking the man continues- “Your… friend. Pei. He used to be a human soul. At least from the records that’s what it says.”

It kept switching between different appearances like it didn’t know what it wanted to be. “Desculpa. Pasou moito tempo desde que falamos cun ser humano. (Sorry. It’s been a long time since we’ve talked to a human being.) non recordamos a última forma que empregamos para os humanos. (We don’t remember the last form we used for humans.)” After a few more seconds of them changing forms they just settle on one that appears to be a child my age but their gender couldn’t be determined. “Podemos saber o nome do triste nena? (Can we know the name of the sad child?)” The child-like figure sat in front of me with their hands in front of them. I didn’t know if they did that to make me feel safer around

At the end of the hall, the massive lead doors were blasted open. Inside, the scene was a "Tyler Perry" nightmare of high-tech sacrilege. Julian stood over a surgical cradle, his hands moving across a holographic interface. Zora-Aethel lay in the center, her tiny body covered in white-gold electrodes. She wasn't crying. She was staring at the ceiling, her eyes a dull, terrifying grey. And behind her, looming in the shadows, was Fenris. He had returned to a semi-human form, but he was ten feet tall, his skin a translucent white that showed the mercury flowing through his veins. He looked at Dante and smiled—a look of pure, paternal hunger.

“Wait till you see his other form.” “What?” Beatrice asks, looking up at Orion. Orion, looking devious now as well as dashing, idly lifts up a hand and snaps his fingers. Anton growls, glaring at the Prince, and continues to growl even as he shifts into his human body. “God damn it, Orion,” he mutters, shaking his head as all of the Contestants gasp. Beatrice slaps her hands over her mouth, looking up at Anton’s tall, handsome form in horror. “You’re…you’re a guy?”

He looked around and concluded; "We are late!" He concluded in awe. Sight goes across all as it was seen, and thus, speedily flew into ring which Pete held. As it was seen, an man on a throne, rocky grounds and red lights. His fingers were intertwined with each other. As sight expanded catching more glimpse of the surrounding, a pentacle was seen. Largely drawn on the walls. Creatures with man figures and the heads of goats all bowed to thee on the throne, all chanting.