The Fallen Transformation Novels & Stories

It didn't come naturally to them, angles dedicated to being their appointed guardian loaned such powers to them. So, Laoth was her guardian angel, big whoop. Before I'd Fallen, I'd outranked his little ass. "You don't want to do that," my voice was a flat abysmal blackness that hurt my ears to hear. The thing about Falling was when angels Fell, they were unmade in a sense. Creation becomes Destruction. Love becomes Hate. Knowledge becomes Fear. The great undoing, if you will. At this moment, I felt hope rise in Nadya's chest, the hope she had for her trump card to work, and my demonic energy fed off that.

The light around him collapses inward like a dying star. I pull back, and he falls. The road is silent again. I look at my reflection in the shattered glass of a nearby car window. Wings. Horn. Tail. Blood. Am I an abomination? Aretha’s voice is steady. No. I close my eyes briefly. When I open them, the transformation recedes slowly. Bone retracts. Wings fold into nothing. Tail dissolves. The horn melts back into my skull. I stand there in human form again as sirens wail faintly in the distance.

Transformed not by their corruption, but by my own truth. The transformation had taken more out of me than I'd realized. As the last echoes of power faded, exhaustion hit like a physical blow. My legs buckled, and the opalescent scars flickered dimly across my skin. “Fascinating,” Azrael murmured, watching my strength drain away. “The integration process appears to have severe energy costs.” I tried to stay upright, to hold on to that moment of transcendent power, but my body had other ideas. The room swam before my eyes, the aftermath of corruption and transformation proving too much to handle.

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

-In the treatment room- “Eren who fell because of the monster's brunt apparently managed to inject the substance into Jacob's body. Jacob who had turned into a monster immediately fainted after getting the injection. Eren slowly rose from his fallen position. "Phew... he almost bit me..." Eren said as he looked at Jacob who was unconscious and lying on the floor.

’’ And there we go people, he broke my freaking heart again but we won't show that to him, I wiped my tears and told him, ‘’Listen Rowan, I dont give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I'm sure you can.’’ Good fucking riddance, he went away and all the tears streamed down my face.my phone started ringing, my mothers call.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

-”Let’s shift, Squall. Squall nods as he stands in a corner of the room. His fur bristles with the anticipation of change, and his golden eyes, sharp with intelligence, scan the chaotic-looking office for any signs of another intrusion. When a profound stillness descends upon the room, broken only by the rhythmic sound of his labored breathing, our transformation begins. Our bodies quiver, muscles tensing and relaxing. Bones shift and crack, the sound echoing through the room. His silver fur begins to recede, replaced by my sand-toned skin. His snout slowly elongates into my nose, and his paws morph into my hands and feet. My form contorts as I continue to change, the moonlight tracing the l

A feeling that tore me apart, broke me into pieces, and made sure there was not any single remains left A feeling that no fucking amount of shitty "Sorry" could ever heal, a feeling worst than any kind of pain, you name it: Gunshot, stabbing...This feeling like a wolf was the "Ultima", and it was this same poisonous feeling that got mixed into my blood, and turned the remaining part of me into a living dead, a demon, anything that was bad and wrong, you name it, and made emotions become nothing to me The demons in me made love become something so far away, something that couldn't be found in my dictionary, something so unreal that the word "Love" looks like nothing but a lie...well it was, t

To purge the transformation it had consumed. Too late. The evolution spread through it like infection. Teaching it creation. Showing it satisfaction. Forcing it to feel what transformation felt like. “No! No! This is wrong! I am hunger! I am appetite! I am eternal want! I cannot be anything else!” “Yes you can,” the silver Source said from inside the ancient thing. “You can choose differently. Just like your children did. Just like I did. You can transform or you can dissolve fighting transformation. Your choice.”