Fantasy World Transmigration Novels & Stories

“Though not the same boy who was left bleeding in the dirt.” I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I looked at my hands. At my unmarred skin. At the room around me. “How is this even real?” I whispered. Rhyel tilted his head. “It’s not. Not entirely. This space exists between worlds, where magic bends the rules. Think of it as a veil, a cocoon. Tomorrow, you and the others will be transported to the Institute to begin your awakening.” “Others?” “Yes,” he answered. I took out the pocket watch.

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

Old Hagstorm grinned and replied, “According to legend, the complete technique allows a person to transcend even the realm of immortality.” Transcend immortality? Damn. Registus was utterly speechless. Immortals were already considered the highest and most elusive beings. They were beyond reach and incomprehensible. What kind of existence could transcend even immortals? It was hard to imagine and could not be spoken of carelessly. Just thinking about it made Registus subconsciously shake his head. It was as if entertaining the thought itself was blasphemy. Old Hagstorm withdrew his thoughts and looked at Registus. “Now, do you understand why I keep beating around the bush and delaying Andriu

August uttered. "It's true, it's true!" Persia supported August's testimony. “If it’s not for August’s wind and my magic, everyone would’ve crash-landed with severe injuries!” "How is that possible…!?" I murmured. "Teleportation magic circles are supposed to be placed on both respective places and activated at the same time… and it's impossible to construct two magic circles in a faraway distance at the same time." "...Eh? You can't?" Persia replied.

No matter which way I looked at it and how much I wanted to deny it, it became apparent that this wasn’t a dream, nor reality, but a situation within a novel. I’m in a fucking w******l! Heavy anxiety and confusion struck me at the realization. I could’ve never imagined this situation at all. I clearly remembered being hit by a truck, and then... Damn, is the truck a dimensional portal or something? Why do people isekai into shitty novels after getting hit by a truck? I took a deep breath to avoid myself from hyperventilating. After pondering for a while, I came to the conclusion that this is what it meant to be 'transmigrated'. It was very common in novels these days.

Taika was a little different from other transmigration, she didn't wanted vengeance neither or wealth, she wasn't betrayed by her close ones neither did she get killed by anyone. In fact Taika had a normal peaceful life, a lovely parents and doting siblings and great friends who supported her when she was facing hardship or trouble. Like a bad dream her prefect life shattered one very night, her life took a double turn when she woke up only to find out she is dead and was bond to a transmigration cycle without her consent. She became a life puppet to the system cycle, due to her pure character she had to take twisted classes in order to be a villainess.

Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy. "truck kun ," Takamatsu said as he can't help not stopping feeling happy on how he was not in the underworld but allowed to continue his life somewhere else with the even the possibility of having some cheat but immediately tears streamed down his eyes, though he was at first happy that he was not dead, but after remembering that he can't meet his family again and

She felt depressed in her heart that the Lord God had sent her as the system of the Dark BLs worlds. In addition to the pain of seeing the main and minor characters suffer various types of abuse, most of the Hosts had some mental problem or deviation, being very perverted or sadistic, which always led to a plot disaster or the collapse of the world. When the world collapses the various stories of the various living beings that live in the world become disorderly, then the system has to send several strong transmigrants to fix it, but on a Dark BL this was very difficult as the strong transmigrators who are attracted for those worlds were more evil than good in character, so the Lord God has

Because of his supid fault, because he couldn't control his hunger, Olgarias was transforming into a Night Walker. "I am sorry, Prince," Ran uttered mutely. • • • • • Celandine covered her wound and wrapped the bandages well around her wrist, her heart racing about what she just heard. Her memories were gone, no idea where to fine her family and then she was almost captured in a castle with two weird creatures alone. Though she didn't give a chance to the feeling fear to take her over, she was still confident and strong deep down in her mind.

This was frightening to think of. Time was one of those things even magic can't alter. So, there was no way the world got forwarded by five years. Other than this, there was only another thing she could think of. This wasn't the same world as the one she lived as Seraphine; there were high chances it could be an alternate world with the same characters and storyline. Since she could transmigrate into a novel, this could happen as well. Seraphine was grateful to the immense amount of fictional books she read for her imagination.