Blood Descent, must be read first. You'll also notice a shift in Matic's voice, I weaved in more of his 1500's cadence to be truer to the man he was before five centuries of imprisonment. Lastly, I change his nickname from Stormbringer to Stormwalker.
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Wicked Descent Summary:
Viola survived the darkness. Thane is dead, but his corruption isn't, and the cure waits in Tehom.
Matic is finally free-no more prison, no more chains. But freedom comes with a leash and a parasitic sickness. Matthew allows the travel to the demon realm with one condition: deliver a criminal to Tehom, and Matic's probation ends and Viola gets her cure. Simple.
Except nothing about Tehom is simple.
Stripped of her ley line magik, in a court of ancient predators, Viola discovers she's not just Matic's companion-she's his weakness. And in a realm where dragon factions circle for war and demon lords sharpen their knives in the shadows, weakness is a death sentence.
Until Matic offers her a lifeline: himself. One taste of his essence, and the power that flows through her is darker. Rawer. Hungry.
Viola tells herself she'll stop once they're safe. Once the mission is over. Matic tells himself he's protecting her, that Askar holds the answer to saving them both.
They're both lying.
Because with every pull of Tehom's power, Viola changes. And Matic, watching her eyes stay darker and her magik turn vicious, realizes the terrible truth: he wants her exactly like this.
Corrupted. Powerful. His.
And as the mission erupts into chaos and enemies close in from all sides, the promise of a cure looms in the distance. But Tehom has already marked Viola. And the remedy that can save her life might cost her everything that's made her feel powerful.
Matic has to choose: the woman she was, or the monster she's becoming.
The problem? He wants the monster.
Stay with us - Straykids OT8 Fanfiction - Shapeshifter AU
37 parts Ongoing
37 parts
Ongoing
-Shapeshifter Au-
Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café.
Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight?
With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway.
Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work.
You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café.
Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward.
You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground.
A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders.
He turned around and you recognized him right away.
His eyes. His hair. His freckles.
Felix was standing right in front of you.