Magical Feminization Novels & Stories

Her smile is the stuff of nightmares, beautiful and terrible and completely inhuman. "You should quit being such an angry monster," she says with mock concern, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Don't worry, darling—the pain is going to stop in just a few moments, and then you can finally focus all your attention on me where it belongs." She begins to press her finger against my chest, once again releasing waves of magical energy through my body that continue to strengthen the earlier enchantment she had woven around my physical responses. The sensations are overwhelming and unwanted, making my body respond in ways that my mind violently rejects.

She, at least, was fertile, even if she was pregnant with a mongrel’s offspring. I had finally had enough and used some of my most potent magic to turn their cries of dissent to cries of agony. Fertile magic can mean a lot of things. Poisonous plants and flowers grow in fertile soil. Fertile minds can create some of the most horrific things that you can imagine.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

"But in my long experience, the men tend to be significantly more brash, stern, and wicked with their gifts. Mage powers are inherently a women's thing because the energy itself is naturally soft, soothing, and receptive. Even when our magic is loud and destructive, it is a smoothly raging inferno. I guess the men, in a desperate bid to compensate for that softness and retain their masculinity, overdo it. They end up becoming mean and power-hungry." I nodded my head in understanding, thinking it over. "Okay. That makes a lot of sense. Back to moving water then." I turned my focus back to the wooden bowl. I stared hard at the clear liquid, blocking out the rustling sounds of the garden trees.

Lying pitifully on the bed, I asked Blake if he could lend me the Deathfeign Parasite for a while. If I died, then I wouldn’t have to get pregnant anymore. The suggestion alarmed him so badly that he actually started discussing whether pretending to be possessed or staging supernatural incidents might work instead. I shook my head. “Maybe scaring your parents would’ve worked, but with that many bodyguards surrounding the estate, any spirit that showed up would probably be dealt with instantly.” I had matured quite a bit by now. Unless I was absolutely certain something would work, I refused to make a move.

Maybe that's all I'd ever been, and I was just now seeing it clearly. But this wasn't about becoming a better person. This was about survival. About keeping my brother from hating me completely. About making sure Ciara didn't expose whatever she thought she knew about me. About damage control. The problem was, you can't reject a faux mate bond. That's the whole point of the magic. It tricked the intended party into believing they're destined for each other. Sarah genuinely felt bonded to me, and breaking that kind of magical connection wasn't as simple as saying "I reject you." The magic would fight back. It would make her cling harder, make her refuse to believe me.

When she finally spoke, her voice was troubled. "That's just it, Pierce. I don't think I'm powerful enough to have created such a bond in the first place, which means I'm probably not powerful enough to break it either." The words hit Pierce like a physical blow. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying that the magic Sandra is using is isot pack magic. It's not the kind of natural, earth-based witchcraft that I practice." Maria stood and moved to her window. "It's something else. Something darker”

I don’t fucking need you and would be better off without you. It was the work of an internal binding that we had yet to find a reversal for. Its magic always took hold whenever someone would get to close to what it was binding. That included mentioning it or even alluding to it. The magic was a diversion-based one and seriously powerful. It had to be if it was going to be an effective cage. It would take hold of him, making him lash out in an attempt to keep others away. Said magic then pushed out towards the target, ‘encouraging’ them to back off.

I can feel the magic course through my veins, altering my appearance, and reshaping my features into something unfamiliar. One of my feet feels unbelievably heavy. The length of my left arm shortens, ending in a stout. The transformation is startling. "If you remind yourself that it's an illusion, you will not feel any of the changes," Morgana informs me, a smirk forming on her face. I look upon my reflection, seeing a distorted version of myself staring back. The once handsome prince is now marred by scars, a twisted visage that would surely evoke pity and revulsion. "How do I revert?"

Conjuranis magiis negre Desaparecis mio spirits Desaparecis mia presentis Hazmeri invisible El tiempus recuari mia voluntare My body became invisible; I closed my eyes and visualized where I wanted to be. It was next to my beautiful princess; when I opened my eyes again I was in her room, she was coming out of a bath her body was in front of me. She started to change, and I could see every part of her body that I wanted so much, she was so beautiful. I had to restrain myself too much to make her mine at that moment, but I had to be patient; she would be soon, it was not long now.