Fantasy World Transmigration Novels & Stories

“So, in short, the novel hasn't changed?” [Correct.] Eliana rubbed her forehead. “Wonderful. So I transmigrated into a novel, got the worst Talent in existence, and now I can't even trust the plot!” [Host should focus on leveling up. Higher ranks will improve your chances of survival and allow the System to provide additional assistance.] “Level up, level up, level up! Is that the only thing you know how to say? Why can't you give me a mansion, a private army, and a button that makes every monster disappear?”

“Sorry Luna, but this is very interesting.” Lana sighed. She looked back at Cassian. The humor within her faded. She still couldn't understand how this had happened. Perhaps, surviving the first seven days had altered the world, more than she realized. Or perhaps, every attempt to escape the manuscript had pushed the story farther away from the one she wrote. The thought of it was terrifying. For the first time, she had no idea, of what might happen next. Cassian still stared at their matching marks, then his gaze finally settled on her.

[sleepy eiycee: I’ll start referring to Raine as Xuiying from this point.] As days pass by, Raine at least knows that she has indeed transmigrated and is now a young lady named Qi Xiuying. She is now the second lady of a well-known family of merchants in the capital of the Feng empire. Today, her mother Xi Hui is accompanying her while embroidering. She felt loved as she heard her mother talk of their past, although those belong to the original owner of her current body.

I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!" Before I can even protest, the blank space starts distorting around me. What the heck? "Well, Goodluck Host St412c120883D! Look how lucky we are, there's already an available world for you! It's even a high-rank world! Maybe a Class-B or Class-C. Let's grab it before anyone can even find it!" "Hell no, wait!" "Transmigration starting 10% ... 27% ... 54% ... 89% ... 100%! Your soul will transfer in 3, 2, and 1."

"So I tried to find the reason on why he cant come back with me on the real world. And that's how I found out...that he'e already dead on our world. It means–he was transmigrated not transfered like me." Anastasia freezes at that. "Wait, can you explain the difference between transfered and transmigrated?" The prince asked. "Transfered is like what happened to you. Your soul was transfered inside the book but your real body is still alive on the other world. While transmigration is the movement of your soul after death. It means you already died before coming here." "Is there any reason on why he was transmigrated on the book then?" Alistair asked again.

They were merely ordinary people from another age. Victor treated those transmigrators equally. Those with talent who could contribute to the kingdom were given important positions, while those whose minds were filled with schemes were beheaded as a warning to others. After all, this age belonged to us.

Grim asked quietly, his warm breath brushing against her neck. "Look at these murals, Grim," Elodie whispered back, pointing her soft fingers toward a central carving depicting a glowing human soul floating across a rift of stars from a world filled with high rise buildings and modern books into a medieval fantasy empire. "They depict a soul crossing from another universe. The ancient architect who constructed this temple was a transmigrator from my former world." Grim's expression softened into intense curiosity and fierce, protective affection. He pulled her flush against his broad chest, holding her tight.

He says, and the remorse in his voice is palpable "I am no longer a witch hunter, because there are no more witches left in Greten." My lungs stop, ribs squeezing over them "I'm stuck here?" His eyes snap to me at that, greyish silver and ever-so-slightly apologetic, as though just realizing how much his words might affect me. "Of course not," Sigmond steps forward, hesitates, and remains where he is "Crossing worlds is not something that can be possible for long," He says factually "A vacancy is created. The universe would correct itself on its own. You shall be home within the next couple of days."

"You're right! Itaska didn't lie... maybe he's too afraid of us to lie! He's a traveler from Itaska as he said, but he's currently here in Greenland." There was a bizarre urge in her to activate The Realm, she was regaining small memories slowly, but there an urgency to learn more within the unknown realm. There was also a place in the back of her mind that contradicted that urgency, a thought to just pretend nothing mattered. At the moment, her mind was clouded by transmigration, separate realms, and civil war conflict. "We need more food!" Terrance suddenly called out. "You have to eat and rest immediately; it's written all over your eyes. Good thing I carry bread in my bag, right?"

"Are you claiming that you alter yourself into a human form?" "You could say something like. This body's owner has passed away. He was on the verge of dying when I found him at the mountain's summit. I took possession of his body as it was too late to save him." She was momentarily unable to speak. She continued in a little voice, looking around, "So, you're like an impostor, using his body and—" which pleased him. He corrected her, "I am him; I owned all he owned when he died. I could resurrect his body thanks to my transmigration capacity after his soul departed it. Hence, this body is my soul within a body."