The Fallen Transformation Novels & Stories

Vantae gulped, stepping towards her. The boy shook his head in an attempt not to stare at her. He didn't realize, but he squeaked, "Your eyes look changed! Who are you? And what did you do to Scarlet?" The said girl snorted, "Are you serious? Contacts and freckles don't even make that much of a difference." Vantae grabbed her face, facing it towards the mirror. "For the sake of my eyes, look at yourself. Not to seem freaked out, which I very much am. You have transformed, Scarlet!!" The girl rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the sweet burning feel where Vantae's fingers touched her face. Scarlet hit his hand lightly, huffing to hide her blush. Without looking at him, she skipped off the coun

Her hands were steady. She wasn’t the same girl who went down fourteen years ago. And whatever was coming—she’d meet it standing.

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

The first fracture in the fragile bond they had built. Snow melted on her cheeks. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or tears. “Elara,” Lucian whispered, voice cracking, “Let me explain.” But she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. Marek opened the car door. “Elara you can come inside.” She looked between the two men One who frightened her and One who broke her. Both who wanted her. And she whispered four words that sliced Lucian open: “I don’t know you.”

"She's not even human anymore." Chloe's voice cut through the silence like jagged glass, the breaking sound of pressure held too long. She didn't look at my face. Her eyes - wide, green, furious with the particular fury of challenged worldview - fixed on my hair. The silver-white shimmer that marked me as changed, as other, as something that had passed through a transformation their textbooks called impossible and their religion called abomination. She dropped her pom-poms. Blue foil crinkled against polished wood, the sound of dry leaves, of the last breath of the original Lumira I had replaced. The girl who'd died believing love and loyalty meant something in a world that measured worth by

“Welcome ladies to another class, today I am testing your strengths so let’s space out. It’s going to be a bit different. The next thing I know, the room splits and we are all separated, I can only hear the echo of our teacher’s voice. “So you’re all in enclosed rooms and in order to leave this room, you must transform and use your wolve’s strength, that’s the only way.” Oh shit. It doesn’t take the other girls long before they transform and escape their rooms but mine is different. “I’m sorry girl, I’m still trying to recover from the chemotherapy setback, it’s going to take us a while,” Koko sighs. “It’s okay girl, we’ll be fine,” I whisper. Finally after three hours we come out and I can

The transformation no longer asked for permission. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the room. Shoulders, ribs, hips. The body was reconfigured, and the suit fell into pieces, as if the clothes surrendered first. The blood dripped hot, mixed with sweat. The nails stretched. The claws scraped the ground. The vision changed; everything became sharper. "Please stay away." It was the last human voice I could use. The body finished moving. For a moment, everything was silent. I could hear her breathing. She stood before what I had become. Everything seemed normal.

"I'm sorry Shani, but you are not going to hell. She will not withstand the fall, Ranulf. This is not happening, I will go alone. I will survive, she will stay here and be safe." I could already imagine the pain, that I would have to endure from the fall back to hell. How my body would have to adjust, how it would feel when my skin burnt, how painful it would be when every bone in my body was crushed. Then after the whole thing was done, the transformation back to my human body would be equally painstaking. "I'm going." She said with her clear words beside me. My head spun to her immediately. What the...

Bella was stronger than I could ever be, she was both a mother and father to Dylan and that inspired me to fuel my relations. I never planned on attending her baptism let alone being in her life but these few interactions with the pair has caused me to change my views on what really matter. My mind went back to the man I was years ago and a pang of regret hits me. Those were my demons that no one accepted, not even Angelica's mother. Only time would tell if this woman who, unknowingly has weaved her way into my heart would accept me for what I am. Or what I was. Bella's POV

The last thread of my restraint snapped like a brittle twig. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I vaulted over the edge of the watchtower railing. I heard Kaelen’s sharp, terrified gasp of my name, but I was already plummeting through the air. Thirty feet of empty space vanished in a heartbeat. Halfway down, my human skin felt too tight, my bones screaming to be freed. With a sound like cracking thunder, I transformed. My skeleton grew. My muscles filled with power. A shiny coat of gold fur appeared, shining like the sun. I slammed into the ground like a meteor. The earth shattered and cracked under my huge paws.