Sir Pentious Human Form Novels & Stories

Whether he was a friend or ally, I could not say but his recognition made me apprehensive. King Sylvester walked triumphantly amidst the carnage, his enormous half-shifted frame leering over the lifeless beings that littered the dry ground. His sinewy biceps bulged underneath his fur, his transformation becoming rapid. His bones rippled and snapped, blending with his other joints as he fully attained the human attributes that I knew — a victorious and triumphant king! As he fully became human, two of his guards ran to shroud him in a fresh set of clothes. Vera observed him silently as he buttoned his sleeve, his eyes lingering on the carnage before him

“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?”

The edges of the room suddenly broke apart as lava burnt through the floor, reading to break through. Scene changes instantly giving no clue to what happened, what I'd happening or what is going to happen. A ring of light blasted across the head of a man seen in a room, dark red, and on a throne. Light rays blasted through the ceiling directly to the floor, in the shape of a pentacle. The pentacle thus, resulted from the shape created above. Sight slowly moves us and once again, a face that had been seen before was shown once again. "Our plan just played out exactly how we wanted it my Lord!" Said Asmodeus. He slowly stood up, glaring higher at something unseen. Heavy breath, heard as sight

It was clearly for her. “I know since this is your first time that you are probably feeling very unsure of everything and lost. To change back to your human form you need to relax and concentrate on what your human form looks like. Feel your human essence. Amaris closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. Thinking of herself as she was normally. Trying to will herself back to her familiar human form. When she opened her eyes, she looked down and she still saw paws.

“What do you want?” The one nearest shifted back into his human form, and stood before me, naked and disgusting. He was as hairy in his human form as he had been as a wolf. His chest looked like a shag rug, and even his belly was covered with thick hair. His penis hung like a limp purple pencil between his hairy thighs. The other three kept circling in their wolf forms, growling with menacing eyes.

If possible, I’ll incorporate the Tenfold Realms Transcendent Art and the signature skill from the Emperor of Tribulation into my formation,ʼ he pondered. James lifted his gaze and generated the complex formation above his head. A black, human-like figure sat on the structure with its legs crossed. ‘I still haven’t figured out what that shadow-like figure may be. I couldnʼt detect any signs of life from it. However, I could sense a mysterious energy from the figure that was highly compatible with the formation. As the formation became more advanced with the addition of various inscriptions, the figure’s aura grew stronger too. ‘It is almost like a clone of myself as I can control it freely.

Evil glinted in his deep-set eyes. The same eyes that had looked back at Penny as he killed an innocent woman. He eyed Penny with questionable interest. Taking one step, then another, she widened the distance between her and Lochlan. She needed their focus on her. They needed her alive. Badly, from the looks of it, since Sven had sent an army to retrieve her. This man he had sent twice. "Barabbas," Lochlan said after he'd changed back into human form. "Lochlan. A stubborn wound you got there," he gestured with his head, his lips pulling back into a smirk.

I was sure Quinn didn’t have anything personally against me, he just didn’t like humans in general. In his human form, he looked to be a man in his mid 50’s. He had dirty blonde hair cut pretty short, black eyes that sometimes had a bit of red to them. He was always carefully clean shaven and had a bit of a beer belly which always puzzled me. If you could control what you looked like, why not be fit? Ben got to his feet and waved toward one of the sofas. “We need you to pull some strings,” Ben said, sitting back down.

Only scattered loyalists remain, islands in an ocean of vacant seats. Pendwick is here, of course. He stands out too much in all that ill-fitting finery, his collar just a bit too tight, the buttons too polished, quality and dignified clothing that never quite sit on him, as if picked by someone else and never his own tastes. He tries for a smile, one of those earnest, a lopsided thing that makes him look softer. It wobbles at the edges, glinting with his false fang beneath the torchlight. But the smile dies stillborn when Sir Celbest clears his throat beside him—a low, gravelly sound that seems to shake dust from the rafters.

Suddenly V6 appears in human form dressed as a servant walking fast from the side entrance. ------------------------------------------------------------------------