The Fallen Transformation Novels & Stories

“How far is that drop off?” “Afraid of heights, wolf?” “I’m just wondering. The transformation is supposed to be permanent tomorrow, at moonrise. If something changes, and I lose my grip on these extra forms, how far is the fall?” I rise and turn to face Fraser, who’s illuminated by firelight as I walk back inside, putting the edge of oblivion and certain death behind me, at least for a moment.

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.

Servant angels are servants of their own free will and are happy to be of service to the Gods and Goddesses. Earth realm- Werewolves-humans that possess a wolf in their mind and can shapeshift into that wolf. Their wolves have separate personalities and can speak to their humans. Fall under control of an Alpha wolf, no Alpha King or Queen has been established, but other countries have them. Mortal.

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.”

"In an online blog, I saw somebody comment that Metamorphosis is just a more readable version of the greek gods being Nymphomaniacs." Ken spluttered instantly and coughed a few times, feeling his windpipe close up. Monroe's eyes widened before she burst out in giggles. Roy too—who was maintaining a good seriousness to the situation broke into a low grin. "What the.. is it true?" Monroe asked from between giggles.

“sure “ then I was left alone with my thoughts thought’s that at this moment were to dark to dark for my own good , I was letting it consume me the darkness , the pain , the anger , the fury . Then there it was the pain in my back it felt like my spin was spreading to two I scream and fall to the ground scratching at the floor like my life depended on it . I knew exactly what was happening I was shifting so I quickly take my clothes off, the lose of my father, kailb being hurt , now knowing I was going to be killed in the worst way possible finally made me snap in to place my bones continue to snap and rearrange fur seeps out of my skin my hand turn in too paw , my teeth elongate I’m down

Suddenly the front door clattered open, a large black of smoke weaving through the room as a pair of blood red eyes peeked through the fog. "Where is she?" He hissed angrily, his loyal fur-less black hounds entered the room growling angrily. The man snarled viciously awaiting their response, his flesh appeared to be rotted and hugged his bones, he wore a hooded black cloak, his eyes darting around the room. "She got sick. She didn't make it." Clara cried, it was a lie but she was very convincing. If he thought she was dead he would never look for her.

Alex said, pulling out his phone. I sat back, listening as the boys chatted about football and pack politics. All I could think about, though, was what was going to happen now. I was being taken back to Black Moon, where there was no place I could go undetected it would be so much easier for Alpha Xavier to find me. It was then that I realised my wound hadn't healed, and even if I wasn't a Darach, I should have healed by now. “I still haven't healed,” I exclaimed loudly.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.