Colonel Mustang Transmutation Circle Novels & Stories

She started walking her brother toward the back of the room, grouping the three new Weres together and hoping they would be able to protect themselves from whatever the Colonel was going to change in to. Colonel Bronn let out a sinister laugh. "I can feel it!" He flexed slightly, the veins in his arms and neck pulsing. "The strength! The power!" Jackson licked his lips and growled. Quent's eyes already glowed. The Colonel looked at them and laughed again. The red bag was already almost completely emptied into his system. His eyes were turning red, as though he were a demon summoned from the pits of hell. Herbert sat on his knees, looking up at the mutating Colonel with fear in his eyes.

The perfect vessel, she whispers with the name. “Gilbert.” In the brim of the holder’s desperation as his patience is on the brim of losing and in nothingness. He subconsciously draws the transmutation circle of the gate of 6 and the twin God which is his guardian God. As the ability and mana that is a mix, switch and lock in exchange for his survival as his twin’s sacrifice. The distinct yellow neon light activated the transmutation a surge of lighting surrounds him in a dancing state, yet is protecting him. With his unstable state and somewhat insane nature, the lightning is in disarray as his mana is somehow being devoured in a wild state of his mind and throwing a fit destroying everythi

Ray nods and pulls out a photo from his desk's drawer, "Watch this." "What's this?" he examines the photo. "It looks like a black card." "I hacked this photo from one of their websites. It's called a Pecto, there's total seven of them, if the informations are correct." "The Conditorem is quite aficionado of Latin words," he furrows his forehead. "I never understood why their symbol is an innocent bird like swift bird. What do they mean by that? That they can be impeccable and try to make this world better?" he clenches his teeth, then looks up at his friend. "Um, anyway, how can we grab this Pecto?"

I woke up with dried tears on my cheeks, angrily rubbing them away as I sat up and opened my eyes, shocked to see I was in some strange room that I didn't recognise. Where had Maddox put me? Why had he put a silver collar around my neck knowing what it did to our kind? I sobbed dryly into my hands, terrified and alone, if they were supposed to be my mates why had they left me like this? Why were they treating me so cruelly.

The dashboard glowed with symbols similar to those on the ancient coins, and when the engine started, it didn't so much roar as purr with a sound that reminded Sage of the fountain's dual streams. "Buckle up," Marcus advised, his hands on the wheel seeming to shift between human fingers and something more elegant and scaled. "First awakening can be... unpredictable." "Especially with two Convergence dragons potentially resonating across distance," Xaihuang added from the backseat, settling his cane across his knees. "When was your last transformation, Marcus? The full one, not these half-measures." Marcus's jaw tightened. "Council regulations recommend minimal transformation in human territo

My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare or a flame; it had become a Flickering, Pale Cyan Spark, its emerald-crimson edges retreating into my marrow as if they were ashamed to exist in the presence of the creature standing at the center of the silver. "She is the Audit of the Future, Darlene," Jackson-crow spoke, his constellation-form looking like a single, dying star in a sea of mercury. He was suspended above the spinning floor, his golden vectors vibrating with a frequency of Absolute Predestination. "The High Council didn't give you Hope to make you happy. They gave her to you as a Womb-Transfer. This isn't a gift; it’s the True Face of the 119-Chapter Succession".

It was only then that he noticed that the small tree that he had brought a while ago was no longer there, though he saw some of it was stocked piled in a part of the made-up room. “And the cave?” he could not help but continue as he was still a bit intrigued by all of it. Another playful giggle came out of the lady. “Have you ever heard of transmutation, captain?” she says her eyes suddenly brimmed with pride and enthusiasm. “Not really,” Maxwell just let out a half-smile. He knew that the thing had something to do with magic, though he didn’t pay much attention to that thing since it had piqued his interest he could not help but listen to the woman.

"Mother, Summer, Apollo, Mtungagore, Now!" We quickly snap out of it and start our incarnations. Just as the blood droplets reach their illuminated brows, we also conjure up a bright light that surrounds them. Simultaneously, the mutants kneel and let out a collective bloodcurdling scream. As they scream, a dark smoke spirals out of their mouths. Mtungagore opens up his pouch, which I now know as the demon snatcher. He points his staff to the dark smoke and on its own Accord, it comes straight into his pouch.

“Cancer. Wolf cancer is very hard to heal. She got it during a wartime when the pack was having war with another pack. And the other pack, they did something with a lot of their resources. They were omegas. Mrs. Cadwell and her neighbors were one of the first that were attacked. Just her side was one of the first that was attacked. And just like my mother, she was also attacked, but she survived. Little did she know that she was going to live with cancer for the rest of her life. Up till now, her hometown is seen as ground zero for the nuclear waste that still lingers around there.” “Can’t you do the same transmutation thingy that you did with the wolfsbane?” She laughed. “You know, transmut

The Transformation Circle lay hidden within the capital's shadow, nestled between abandoned temples and forgotten shrines where the city's earliest foundations had been laid. Unlike the grand cathedrals that dominated the skyline, these ancient places of worship predated the Council's theological dominance. Stone circles, worn smooth by centuries of ritual use, formed intricate patterns that converged at a central point marked by altar stone darker than midnight. The Shadow Knight approached this convergence with purpose that transcended mere intention. His transformed substance flowed around bone framework with cosmic awareness integrated through multiple trials. The sacrifice made upon the