Going thought my transformation was like nothing I've ever experienced before. I felt revived but drained all at once. Normal girls would be throwing a huge party and dancing around all ecstatic because they would finally be able to do what they want, but unlike me, turning 18 meant so much more than that. It gave me an open gate to my mom, along with many responsibilities and difficulties, but every part of it was worth seeing my mother and finally knowing where I belong.
Trying to descibe how I felt is like trying to question why the sky is blue. It's just blue, people will try to tell you that it's blue because of space or some stupid theory on it, but the only honest answer is I don't know. and right now I can honestly say that I don't know how I'm feeling. What I should feel like?
Should I be happy or sad, in pain or powerful. Honestly I kind of felt like all are suitable for my situation. Going through my transformation helped me to really come to grasp with what is actually happening. Its like after waiting and waiting for something and it finally happening. Your goal was always waiting, but what happened when your done waiting? All I've ever done is wait for this moment, the moment when I reach full maturity and develop everything that I rightfully own. The moment where I train so when the time comes, I can prove that I'm worthy standing next to my mother. Now that that moment has finally come, I'm ready to do everything in my power to be where I should.
Getting all of my powers seemed to be an easy transformation but I didn't think it through enough. Alex had always said that I would be extremely powerful, but he never told me that all of my powers would come at me all at once, full force, like a cat trying to scratch it's way out of the cage, me being the cage. They all hit me like a tornado and it took everything out of me to control myself and not pass out during the process. I had almost given out until my final steps in the transformation gave me enough energy to stand strong through the end. Even though it took a hell of a lot out of me, getting my powers was totally worth it.
One of the best things about my transformation was my mark. I had waited in anticipation for this mark every since I had read about it. The books definition for its beauty was no match for the real thing. It was completely and underly beyond beautiful. It's golden swirls with tinted amber started at my left lower hip and trailer along my spine until it reached just above my right shoulder, from there it blossomed into small swirls that stopped right above my right breast. It was beaded with pearly white dots and elegant midnight black greek writing along the back of it.
I was currently starring at all if its gloriousness after getting out of the shower. My body was in need of a scrub after all the sweat I had processed earlier that day. As I starred at my appearance in the full body mirror, I noticed some changes I hadn't caught. I was slightly taller now, at least 2 more inches, and my dark, jet black hair was mixed with a beautiful dark mourn red color. It looked edgy yet very natural at the same time. My boobs had gone from a small C to an almost D cup and my olive skin seems to have a glow too it. The only other change was my now peachy pink lips instead of pale pink and my green blue orbs that I loved even more than my baby blues. They hadn't changed much, which I'm thankful for but instead of just shiny baby blue, they are now a bright blue with a small forest green tint.
Besides all of that my hair was still a curly mess and I was same old me, just with an incredible amount of uncontrollable strength and power.
Yep same old me..
It had been at least a week since my transformation meaning it's time to go back to school.
I went to my room and put on some simple black shorts and a black bear crop top. I slipped on some knee high dark blue socks and an oversized blue and green sweater that fell right below my shorts. I pulled my wet hair into a French braid that fell loosely down my back with curly strands here an there. I applied my usual makeup and walked out of my room with my necklace proudly on display. I grabbed my car keys from the basket in the kitchen along with my bag and slipped on my black vans and made my was to the front door.
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Eternal beauty
WerewolfAmara is struggling with her identity. Being an orphan leaves her with many questions about her past and herself. When she finds out who she really is and what she can do she is forced to keep it to herself, how hard could it be. But there's one per...