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He set the glass down, picked up his pen, readied it over his notebook. If the man wore glasses, he would have shoved them up his nose, smiled at the teacher, and puckered his lips to kiss ass. "The bestiary portion of the manuscript has animals I'm familiar with, some I've never heard of or experienced in my long life. The Latin phrase, ‘Muliebris animi mutatio procedit ignis,' loosely translates to the female soul starts the fire transformation. I'm not sure as it's in a mostly dead Earth language, but then again, there are many languages in the book that don't make a lot of sense to me."

She immediately runs towards the fortune-teller. FT: Oh, Ms. Arden, you’re here. Jette: Yes, Miss… I’ve been sleepless so many nights already. FT: Let me see… Jette: Are you sure? You might die upon seeing it. FT: No, I won’t. It says “anyone who will see you transform will die, not the one who will see this book.” Jette: I think those are the same. FT: No, you should learn how to differentiate.

“Phasmatos incendia mutatio, persona metamorphosi ferre, in profundis mutare, King Micah in veritate aperire, in anima renovare, in aeternum transformare, in melius transformare, in salutem convertere, in felicitatem et pacem mutare.” My body began to shake, and my head turned to the dark sky, my howl getting lost in the loud thunder. I looked to my left, spotting Lovette, who screamed, the rain mixing with her tears streaming down her face. My head was turned to the ground as I began to gasp for air. Dark liquid oozed out of every hole on my head. I looked over to Lovette again, and this time she was running over to me. Stop, I tried to say, but only coughed as my body became weaker.

Page by page. the book disappeared. The woman gasped. "The White Book..." "It's gone." The First Reader quietly shook his head. "No." "It has become something greater." The glowing particles gathered around Adrian's right hand. Slowly... they transformed into a simple white feather. No cover. No pages. No ink. Only a feather. Elias looked at it and whispered, "So the Book has finally chosen its final form." Adrian held the feather carefully. It felt almost weightless. Yet memories flooded through his mind.

Malakai’s eyes turned into black holes. The transformation was horrific. Gregor’s bones didn't snap back; they melted. His massive ribcage collapsed, the sound of grinding cartilage filling the tunnel. The grey fur vanished in a final, choking cloud of soot. Gregor hit the floor. Not as a King. As a middle-aged man with sagging skin and a beer belly, shaking and naked in the filth. "My fur..." Gregor gasped. His human voice was thin, reedy. He looked at his hands—stubby, trembling fingers with dirt under the nails. "Give it back! Put it back!"

His limbs elongated, and his facial features distorted into the face of a huge wolf. Eva watched in disbelief from a distance, her eyes widening with awe and horror as she witnessed the metamorphosis before her eyes. Her hands trembled, and her breath became uneven as she stepped back, unable to look away from the huge wolf now standing before her. The wolf, its eyes shining brightly under the moonlight, emitted a soft growl and approached Eva slowly, its movements fluid and cautious. Eva stepped back even further, her back hitting a tree as she struggled to process what she was seeing.

They were captivated. He read about the caterpillar eating through apples and pears and plums. "He is consuming excessive calories," Cale noted. "Preparation for metamorphosis." "He's hungry!" the girl said. "He is fueling the change," Cale corrected. "Change requires energy." He finished the book. The caterpillar became a butterfly. "He flew away," the boy said. "He evolved," Cale said. "He became something new." "Like a transformer?" "Similar principle. Biological rather than mechanical."

“Y-Your Highness!” I inhale sharply, pulling her back onto the carriage floor. “Stay down.” She nods rapidly, leaning against the seat I just vacated and holding herself tightly, her knees up against her chin. I close the curtain quickly but leave a small crack of it open, just enough to see what’s happening outside. Right away, I regret the choice. One of the wolves, a slightly larger, black one, begins to transform, his body contorting rapidly while he stands upright, black fur melting away to be replaced by skin—human, naked skin.

— Be quiet, you old fleabag. I can't concentrate on what I'm reading here, I growled at him. He completely ignored me and continued dancing. I looked through all my books for any information about unusual transformations. I wouldn't rest until I discovered what was behind Chloe's peculiar transformation. My desk was cluttered with books of all sizes and colors, but I hadn't found anything yet. I rested my forehead on the table, exhausted. Suddenly, a title in gold letters caught my attention. Descendants of the Moon

was. Chapter 51 Ava pov My eyes landed on the figure ahead, as I saw a wolf transforming into its full form. I had never seen anything like this; the way the body and bones were breaking and rearranging themselves left my mouth hanging in amazement. The red eyes soon landed on me, and frightened creeps in, I start to run to my room. A hand gripped me, and as I wanted to scream, it covered my mouth. My eyes widened as I tried to see who it was. The moon soon shined on us, and his face came into view.