The Fallen Transformation Novels & Stories

-”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

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.

“Look at yourself! Suspicious, jealous, and always imagining the worst. “You’re nothing like the thoughtful woman you used to be. You grew up on the streets, Clea. “You could never compare to someone like Fran, who has wealth and grace. “If you have the energy to make up lies, you’re clearly not that sick. “Stay home, reflect on yourself, and clean up the place before I get back. And don’t call me.” The door slammed shut behind him as silence swallowed the room. Then I felt a wet warmth between my legs. The life inside me was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I reached for my phone and called my best friend, Lina Lester.

Amidst the chaos, the drug addict seized an opportunity to strike back, driven by a potent mix of anger and the grip of addiction. With a swift and brutal motion, the drug addict plunged the makeshift weapon into Stephanie's vulnerable body. The room fell into a haunting silence as Stephanie crumpled to the floor, lifeless and devoid of hope. Her existence was abruptly cut short, a tragic consequence of the violence that had consumed her life.

“Explain.” The general’s voice trembled slightly. “We believe… During the blood red moon, the captured general tried to shift while still chained to the iron chair. The agony must have been… unbearable. His wrists were torn open against the shackles, bones snapped where the chains held fast. He must have forced the transformation… every muscle straining, every bone breaking as the cursed blood took over.” His throat tightened as he continued. “He must have died mid-transformation. The forced transformation tore him apart… ripped him into a thousand pieces. His flesh, bones, and blood scattered across the walls.”

The elder said. "We have a total of four omega here and two beta." He continued but I don't quite understand. "What's that?" I asked them. Is it some nicknames? All of them look at me. “Can you transform young miss?” Mui asked me. What do they mean by transform? "Of course not." I stated. Isn't it obvious? How can I transform? I'm not some kind of ghost or what not. What kind of question is that, though? "Then you're an omega." Mui said.

The creature took a similar form of a human and perhaps because its always been around human, it knows perfectly way how to make itself appeared more humane. His face didn’t appear familiar to Rose but she was certain that the charming face the Fallen had shown wasn’t its true face and rather a mere face he had stolen from a human he had seen before.. or perhaps his own victims. “What?” His voice layered one over the other, sounding as though four to seven people talking together at the same time that sharply pierced her ears but after some adjustment, the Fallen spoke again in a smoother voice of a human, “What do you want from me woman?”

He was becoming something no Alpha had ever been before. The ground split wide beneath me, the ropes yanked tighter, dragging me dangerously close to the fissure. Screams rose as soldiers scrambled to flee, stones collapsing into the abyss. And then, I slipped. The earth gave way under my knees. The chain jerked, Serena shouting my name as I tumbled toward the chasm. My last sight before the void swallowed me was Logan’s blazing eyes locking on mine. Suddenly, Fiona falls into a collapsing fissure while Logan is mid-transformation, his power rising beyond anything seen before.

Yuttt replied. “So what do you think is wrong with them?” Kal asked in curiosity. “Do you think that they’re dead?” Heather asked. “They are supposed to be dead because the transformation can only take place when they’re dead or unconscious,” Tom explained. “The first one I did, she did faint but I can’t remember what happened because I ran straight home after she fell and was unconscious. Since then, my dad has not let me do any transformations.” “Oh I see,” Tom replied. Shortly after, the luna reported in excitement. “They’re awake.”