The Fallen Transformation の小説・ストーリー

Mordeu growled loudly, almost the sound of a roar. Cillian fell to the ground. During the transformation, he had shifted from beside Mordeu so he could vividly see for himself the marvelous act of transforming. However, it was nothing like he thought it would be, especially as a vague sense of pain came from his bones as the transformation started, which slowly turned into an excruciating pain that he could no longer try to suppress. He fell to his knees, screaming in pain—an indescribable pain.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

'Maybe this wouldn't be so bad,' a quiet, fleeting thought echoed in my mind, 'if I wasn't trapped in this hellhole. But the sheer, monumental toll of the first full transformation finally caught up to my human half. The adrenaline began to drain, a heavy, suffocating exhaustion settling into my massive limbs. My head spun, I wobbled I fell heavily to the floor, the darkness completely swallowing me whole. ***

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

“Gabriel are you insane! You can never come back unless the Almighty allows it! Brother, think about what you are doing.” But Gabriel yanked the rest of his wings off in mid-fall. Unfamiliar to him he took a huge gasp of air, feeling the organs in his body now coming back to life as they laid dormant. In mid air his body contorted and he grabbed his chest once the pounding heartbeat started. While clenching his teeth and still falling he thrashed and contorted until he hit the water, thrashing back and forward as he did so. He knew his actions would get him penalized and kicked out of heaven for good. It may even be severe enough for the dark Angels to come after him for his treason. It was

She had strayed from her goal for far too long, but now she was finally back on track. As she gazed into the mirror, Emilia's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her reflection. Her once luminous skin now looked pale and thin, her cheekbones jutting out prominently from her face. The vibrant, radiant woman she once was had given way to a fragile, weakened version. Still, amidst the frailty, her beauty shone through - a haunting, ethereal quality that seemed almost otherworldly.

Taking my chances that she would be unable to harm her mate, I levitated there, directly under her, and shifted back to my human form. I heard her let out another sinister growl and looked up at her, seeing her thrashing around violently in the air while she was sniffing it. I send a silent thank you to whatever Gods were present with us for hearing my prayers. When her black eyes met my white ones, I saw them flick back to her beautiful green before she suddenly fell out of the sky. I lept off my feet just as she was about to land on the edge of the small land that was left and caught her before we were both falling downwards. Sparks so intense, I thought I would combust right there tore th

"Stop it now." "I cannot." She looked genuinely distressed. A primordial entity expressing genuine feeling. “One thousand half-breeds were birthed at once, and delaying the process of transferring would kill you. The metamorphosis has begun to devour your soul. Disrupting it now would rip you in two internally.” I had seconds. Maybe less. To make the choice. Finish the transformation, discard Draven and everything connected with him. Or perish here under the Moon Tree attempting to clutch at an essence that was already melting.

He held me so tightly that I could barely breathe. “I was wrong.” His voice was hoarse as he buried his face in my neck. “Irina, I was wrong.” “Let me go!” I tried to free myself with all my strength. Yet, his grip did not loosen. His lips were pressed against my ears as he sobbed. “Come back. I beg you. Please come back.” I froze. The cold and heartless demon in my previous life was actually trembling before me?

“No. This is wrong.” “This was not in the prophecy.” Another elder whispered, “This is the prophecy.” They had prepared for a queen. Not a goddess. 8. Ava Returns The transformation reversed slowly. Bones cracked, fur fell away, and Ava collapsed naked in the center of the stone. Rowan was the first to move. He lifted her, wrapped her in his cloak. She blinked up at him. “Did I… lose?” He smiled through tears. “No. You just became something none of us can define.”