Harry Potter Metamorphmagus Novels & Stories

And this was definitely not a part of “everywhere” I didn’t stress myself with being shocked. I had experienced enough unnatural things today to be partly immune to unusual occurrences. It was glowing at me now. The ugly lady— Shit! I called her ugly again. I stared at her and smiled awkwardly as he handed me a glowing bottle that was glowing. Let’s just call it a glowing bottle. “That’s a potion.” She said just as I was about to ask. “It contains transmogrifying elements that can alter your wolf’s blood.” She said and I just stared at the glowing bottle.

I sarcastically said to him. "No, Sicko! The fairies didn't teleport me here. They simply help me out to contact the witch who teleports me here," he irritably said to me. "I thought that witches were bad?" "Not all of them. Some are good, and the bad ones were warlocks," he carefully explains. "Okay Harry Potter, I believe you." "Hey lovebirds, aren't you guys done yet?" Fugly sarcastically interrupts us. "I already told you about my rule in this fortress, and that is no public display of affection," he teases Barbie and me.

My heart pounded in my chest as Custard started convulsing. “What will happen when he can’t morph?” Ace asked. I glanced at Viex, hoping that he would have an answer to that. Viex simply shook his head. ‘It may just be an assumption but the magic will begin to eat him until he absorbs it first. In other words, he will disappear.’ I ran for Custard and picked him up in my arms in an attempt to wake him. “Wake up, Custard. I ordered you right now!” “Princess, if you disturb his morphing then he will not ascend into a royal guardian.” Serena says.

Somehow, Fallon is able to free Bree, but it doesn’t matter because everything is coming down around us, blocking any chance for an exit. As I spread my winds, I look at Lucifer and wave my sword. It’s time to die, mate.” Lucifer flies up to meet me, his expression one of defeat. Before he can say a word, I fly toward him, aiming my sword at his heart, but he manages to float away. My sisters and I fight our mates as The Creator steps into the power stream and begins to change. His light disappears to be replaced by dragon scales and wings as he begins to metamorphosis.

Working with a warlock for over a decade already, Jorah had long passed the life of being a normal tomcat. He had already undergone different mutations. Other than being capable of speech, he was also granted an ability to keep a four-dimensional pocket at the comfort of his fat belly. In his fourth year at staying with Eugene, Jorah had come to learn how to transfigurate himself as well. So in a way, he could already be called close to becoming a magical beast himself. He could turn into a massive cat at will. Yet one of the most unique abilities that Eugene worked hard for to give his pet was its ability to track down almost everything they set their eyes on.

If that was possible. I glanced at Theridialis who was staring at his son. "He's right, I'm afraid." He gestured for me to join Sassafras. "But we're not finished, not by a long mark. We have, as yet, to test your magic, my son. Since it is Harry's power that turned you back to your mortal form, I can only imagine it is what resides inside you that will revert him to his natural state." I stared at Theridialis in shock. "Why did you waste time with me, then?" A whole day lost! What was he thinking?

“Please do not shed tears anymore, miss.” Before Maleficent could retort back, Merlin already turned to the next corner—leaving her alone as she tried to reach her arm in his direction to call him. Merlin the wizard. Two hundred twenty years old. Attended Transylvania Academy five years ago. Ability: Necromancy. His innate ability made him the walking bane of the nature wizards. Maleficent still fixated her eyes on the corner where he turned into. The newly resurrected butterfly fluttered before her. Waving her hand, Mimi the butterfly reduced into a pile of ash before she turned to him.

He trailed off, closing his eyes. "There are other forms as well, but they are of no matter. The thing is, each time I transform, I remain the same gender. A male. Regardless, and no matter how hard I try, I cannot transform into a girl." "You've tried?" Those were stories I wanted to hear at some future date as well as his reasons. "Yes. Heather's situation is delicate, and I wish there was a way to use magic to help, but after all these years, I haven't found a spell capable of doing what she wants."

And then, she remembered, buried deep within ancient texts—a forgotten incantation that held the key to reversing the transformation. Drawing upon her reserves of knowledge and magic, Amelia began to chant, her words infused with a sacred power that resonated with the ancient forces of the forest. The air shimmered, and a veil of energy enveloped the Alpha, crackling with anticipation. The werewolves watched in a mix of awe and apprehension. The Alpha's body trembled, strands of his fur receding, replaced by smooth, unblemished skin. His muscles contorted, shifting and reshaping. It was a painful process, the transformative magic working its way through his being.

I shift. But something is different this time. I don’t just become a wolf. My body transforms so intensely that I almost don’t recognize it. I feel bones and muscles reshaping into something new, something fiercer. When the process ends, I realize I’ve become like Caelum—a hybrid creature, bestial, half-human, half-lycan. The enchantress energy now coursing through me amplifies the transformation, making every fiber of my being thrum with a power I’ve never felt before.