Magical Feminization Novels & Stories

The air buzzed around her as her shape began to tessellate, her skin stretching and twisting into otherworldly forms, the sides of her body warping and shifting like shifting glass. It was an overwhelming sense of control, of shaping the very world to her will. She was aware of the metamorphosis, aware of the aggression’s energy coursing through her, aware of her face transforming, her skin becoming smooth, her hair lengthening and changing to a silken shade of brown. Her bones snap, crackle and pop, and reform, becoming the willowy frame of the woman she is trying to impersonate. It was a grueling process, grounding in the best way, and it made her head spin with the thrust of power, and sh

I asked curious if they was any real point to what the Blood Moon pack was doing. “They wouldn’t, ”Freya said. “Our magic is passed through the female line.” She looked at Richard who nodded confirming that none of the Alphas had had magic that his research had shown. Ironic that the females the Alphas thought to be so weak, were exactly the children they were trying to create. “I think that’s enough for now.” Kent said. “Sarah needs to get home and pack and it’s getting late. We will have to continue this at another time.”

My magic represents itself as a beam of light that I could direct with hand movements. Spells differ in their method of casting, but the problem is, I’ve never learnt any attack spells, they never seemed of any importance before! Hence, when a flash of purple light bolts out of my hand, instead of blasting the wolf away as would have been useful, it turns the canine’s fur from a dark brown into a flashy girlish magenta! Probably from the time I wanted to turn my dress from green to pink… Oh no…

but I had nothing left to lose. I took the strands of her hair and the clothes I’d stolen from her cottage, placing them before me. My hands trembled as I began the incantation. Dark magic rippled through my veins, draining me, searing my skin from the inside out. The transformation spell wasn’t meant to be cast lightly it took nearly everything I had. When the spell ended, I collapsed, gasping. My arms were thinner. My waist, smaller. I staggered to the pool and gazed at my reflection.

It was said they knew everything there was to know about all Immortals but even they would not have been able to predict the coming of the new Magi. The spinning stopped abruptly, and Tegan floated slowly down to the earth, intensely grateful when her feet touched the dark soil beneath them. She stood still, bent over, panting hard, and every few seconds, tiny bolts of pure energy flashed from her a myriad of bright colours, reflecting what she had become. Cupid moaned against his restraints. He was being held so tightly that he thought he would snap in half, but it seemed the magic had other ideas. He was there to witness the return of the Magi. Groaning through the pain, Cupid opened his e

A surge of energy flowed through me, a mystical current that resonated with the very essence of the forest. As the magic took hold, my physical form underwent a mesmerizing transformation. The boundaries of my being blurred as features melded and reshaped themselves. From the altered silhouette emerged a coat of fur, a resplendent red that caught the moon's subtle caress, shimmering with an almost ethereal glow. Eyes, once reflecting the dignity of a monarch, now glowed like fiery orbs, pulsating with an intensity that transcended the mortal realm.

she asked. My brows rose. “For?” “Your new appearance.” She waved her wand in the direction of my face. I shook my head. “Do what you like, as long as I’m attractive enough to catch the attention of a flea-bitten bastard.” White magic swirled from the end of her wand, hitting my skin with a pleasant tingle. Healer Iaso hummed a merry tune as her enchantment crawled across my scalp, making my hair follicles itch. This wasn’t going to be a regular glamor that created an illusion over the person, leaving their features the same. The older woman was altering the features of this body so nobody could tell that it had once been something else.

"It's how our magick works, remember, pretty one? I am your Elementalist right now. And you accepted my complicated lusts when you chose that. Connect to the grass, I demand it. Tell it to grow beneath you, sharp but yielding just enough to not actually pierce your skin while I fuck you. Do it now, skin-sheath." There was no arguing, no discussion. The no-fur was hit with a wave of magick no less aggressive and sexual than Hades's ready-to-go cock. It was compulsion but it was laced with the damn truth-telling from the violet aura. Refusal would be a lie.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

The three girls stop laughing and exchange glances, one shrug, and then the blonde leg-for-day girl is back to glaring at me. "Are you new or something?" I notice her Fae ears twitching as she speaks. Her beauty is ethereal, and there is this permanent faint glow to her porcelain skin. "Only the truly powerful can control the elements. And most species aren't gifted with magic—you get sorted into your house by placing your hand on the mirror of destiny." Only the truly powerful can control the elements? "Oh, so it's rare that I'm able to call down fire?" The Fae girl gasps and lifts her arms to push her friends further away from me—they are all staring at me with paling faces.