Harry Potter Metamorphmagus Novels & Stories

"We know, you don't have pure magick. So, you must have soft magick. I can teach you how to make potions and teas and charms." "Charms?" "By using the mix of right herb and right spell and right charm bags, you can make a charm. Charms can be used for protection, healing or for starting a circle of magick in case the person has white magick." "And what is pure magick? Is it like the kind Harry Potter has? Levitate? Move? Change?" "Yes, it is almost the same. A person with white magick is the one who has the power of alter, shift, change things."

Angelina asked, suddenly swallowing hard. The necromancer’s eyes narrowed, as he examined the girl’s nervous face. “No, Angel. Today, we’ll have to raise a strong undead. This horse will not only retain his memory, mind and his own body. He’ll turn into a shellmouger. The monster sometimes called Scarlet Hoof. He’s a rare one, and he almost never appears naturally, without a necromancer’s help. And that’s because the monster requires an enormous amount of magic. “Reive, but I can’t...”

That would mean I need a notebook and a place to hide it. "Did you kidnap these two?" The calm one who I now know as John asks looking over at me, that's exactly what he's done! Is that something they do for the past time, kidnap people and force them to be their fake wives? okay this situation got immensely scarier "I'm kidding, but how did you get with someone that looks like this and make someone that looks like that?" He asks pointing at me than at Amelia who just woke up from a nap, we didn't make her someone else did and he kidnapped me forcing me to get with him!

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

Their dying screams echoed just as more and more of them came out transformed into shadow beasts. “No, you're different Your Majesty, dirty! I-Is that what they're going to do to me? M-make me like them? L-like you?” He whispered hauntingly and I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. I couldn't help the sting his words left in my chest but I smiled through it either way. Careful to keep my face impassive. “You could never be like me Hagrid, even if you wanted to. You’ll probably be a cargo beast at most.” I tittered absentmindedly, stroking a finger on my jaw before the sudden movement caught my eye.

Hades pulled me back onto his chest, my back to his front and held me there. He had this bewildered look on his face as he stared at me through the mirror. Even though I couldn't look away from myself, I actually looked like that in real life, I looked absolutely magical.

I stumbled back in shock, unable to tear my gaze away from the mesmerizing yet horrifying sight before me. In the blink of an eye, her body convulsed and contorted. She arched her back, her limbs elongating in a terrifying metamorphosis. Her once delicate human form twisted and transformed into that of a fearsome creature. A werewolf. But not just any werewolf – she was a magnificent mix of royal wolf and some other mysterious breed.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

Although this situation is very strange, it is good that she is a normal girl as long as she recovers. Of course, she also knows that the symptoms of a normal bloodlust will not be like hers, and she belongs to the special among the special. But in a world where you can grow horns on your head, wings on your back, orcs with tails and two-headed ogres, it's not surprising that you can grow anything. As a mage, Christine knows that shape-shifters can take on the appearance of anyone they want, so she doesn't see anything wrong with her body changing at will.

“You think you can just walk away?” Lily pulled away from me, stepping forward, her body weak but her spirit unshaken. “It is over, Jake,” she said firmly. “You lost.” Jake let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “No,” he whispered. “I still have one last card to play.” And before I could react, before any of us could move Jake shifted. His bones cracked and reshaped, his body contorting into the form of a massive black wolf. But something was wrong. His transformation was unnatural, his fur streaked with dark veins of corruption, remnants of Morgana’s dark magic still lingering within him.