The Fallen Transformation Novels & Stories

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

Ch-87 "It's time for me to depart," she said. Before Abigail could register everything she disappeared. Abigail blinked her eyes at the thing that just happened in front of her eyes. Before she could think further, the setting around her started turning to crumble down into fine dust particles. Everything turned magical. The white background started turning into white dust particles as it fell revealing the pitch dark background. When she felt that even she was going to turn into the same fine dust particles, she was awake in a jerk.

You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME. GOLDEN RULE: ONCE YOU FALL, YOU LOSE. Rules: Exclusive for students of Oxford International School only. Any transferee or an exchange student must sign a contract to avoid ghosting or other problems. Don't kill other participants. You are allowed to harm anyone in the game but killing is a crime. No to inactive and have an absence issue. This is a couple game. Two absents are equal to removing in the game plus a punishment. Can do activities and attendance. Failure to comply means a punishment.

“Perhaps a year if we can slow the process. But unless we discover a way to reinforce your boundaries, you will dissipate completely. Unlike territorial guardians who can merge, you will simply… scatter. Become diffuse across the landscape with no coherent consciousness remaining.” Horror rippled through the assembled consciousness. “Can we reverse the transformation?” Elian demanded, his presence joining the dream space from the waking world. “Return him to mortal form before complete dissolution?” “Unknown,” the Guardian admitted. “The techniques for reversing transformation have never been developed because we never expected to need them. Transformation was designed to be permanent.” “The

“Watch everything. Trust no one. Not tonight.” The figure paused, hesitation in its step, then retreated into the fog. But the tension didn’t fade. My chest heaved, mind racing with fear and exhilaration. He turned to me, eyes smoldering. “You see? Even the past… even the lies… they follow us. But it doesn’t matter. Because fire… fire consumes all.” “Even me?” I whispered, voice trembling. “Even my heart, my mind… my everything?” “Yes,” he murmured, fingers brushing my cheek, pulling me closer. “Because once you surrender… fully… there’s no turning back. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

and turn into a deity, killing everything! "Don't forget! I'm also your senior, and I'm also the best among the apprentices!" Xander, who had transformed into a deity, roared wildly, exposing his fangs. Then, his fingers turned into claws, tearing forward. Crackle and rattle! The Chaos Formation in motion unexpectedly exploded from the inside, and all the formations appeared in the void. Next, they cracked and exploded like porcelain. All of a sudden, it seemed that the world was collapsing, and the mountains and rivers were shattering. Later, the bursting flames spewed to the surroundings.

The transformation process could not be stopped. Power flooded through my body like wildfire, remaking every cell, every thought, every memory. I felt myself expanding beyond flesh, becoming something vast and incomprehensible. But through it all, I could feel Isadora's corruption spreading through the memory-flower like poison through veins. "Fight it," Prince Kael shouted, but his voice sounded distant, as if coming from another lifetime. "How?" I gasped, my own voice echoing across dimensions. "I cannot stop the transformation, and I cannot remove her corruption without destroying the nexus point entirely."

Another terrifying energy ball of light had descended from the sky. It appeared as though a giant meteorite from outer space had fallen from the sky. A large area of whiteness suddenly appeared in front of their eyes. The meridians of those Transformation powerhouses who experienced the frightening energy fluctuation were shattered, and they were on the verge of death. Whether it was the Demigods or general powerhouses, all of them felt that death had come to them and they couldn’t escape.

"How are you going to help me out of here exactly?" "Like this." The image reached it's hands out and they left the glass becoming real. Its entire body escaped into the room and then it took its true form. It's face melted, taking another form. When it's transformation was complete, I saw a handsome young man standing next to me. "Is this what you really look like?" "We are fallen angels. What do you expect us to look like? Have demonic wings?" "That wasn't all I was expecting," I admitted. "Well, you've been influenced by what they want you to think of us."

His eyes bulged in genuine, unadulterated horror. CRACKKK. The bone gave way, his neck snapping entirely. Silence descended, heavy and suffocating. Then, the transformation began... but not into a wolf. His body began to fray like burnt parchment, turning into clouds of black ash. "No....no, no, NO!" He wasn't arrogant anymore; he was screaming, his voice fading into the void of the dying embers. FWOOSH. He was gone. Only a pile of ash remained on the floor. The silence that followed was absolute, until the purple barrier surrounding the room shattered into a million glittering shards of glass.