Magical Feminization Novels & Stories

The fact that she was giving it all to Bart was probably why I didn’t see any traces of a shine around her. Looking at the brilliant layer of light around Bart solidified my suspicions. I chuckled inwardly at my own foolishness over worrying about what she thought of me having had some form of sex with both of her sons. It was my understanding that magic could only be syphoned while the body’s aura was opened through ecstasy. This was mainly done via sex. This meant that the woman was sleeping with her husband to absorb his magic and then running to her lover’s bed to transfer it to him. She had absolutely no room for judgement of me and my actions. None at all.

They had not been dissolved, nor had they transformed. ‘A tree woman? Garbage! Blind! ‘Lunatic!’ The Mystic Maiden deliberately looked at her bosom and was quite satisfied. This was the result of modifying her outer appearance with magical power while lying on the cold jade bed every day for this entire period... Alex had triggered her because he once said her... bosom was quite small. Apparently, hers weren’t as voluptuous as Mica Simpson’s from the Sun Shrine... How could that not anger her? Alex covered his eyes for a long time before they felt slightly more comfortable.

‘ ‘You have a point there,’ said Rodolf, ‘wait a minute, I’ve red something about that. His fingers raced across the keyboard for answers in ‘The Akasha of Magic,’ the witches' and magicians' answer book on his laptop. ‘Yes, found it. Of course! By carrying the energy of the moon goddess, you have magically matured,’ he explained with a surprised grin. ‘That means that the rule of, no sex before you are twenty-one, does not apply to you, Maddie. And that the anti-love elixir probably affected your magic too much, so indeed slowed it down. ‘

I said to Amiel. “You still can, dear. There are many points through which magic flows in your body. Basically, there are only three; mind, hands, and blood. You’ve used the first two a lot. The second one is weaker when compared to the other two. It is basically a means of channeling magic created by means of the other two. But it is also capable of creating its own magic called ‘manus magic’. And as it happens that a woman’s mental strength is normally consumed by her pregnancy as she constantly battles to make sure she successfully delivers. This brings you down to the last means; the blood magic which is far superior to mental magic and manus magic.”

Her black hair was disarrayed, scattered all over her face and her blue eyes seemed to lost their spunk at how dim they were, it was like she has grown twice her age in a matter of days which left them to wonder, what Yarkona do to her twin sister? Xenia tilted her head and got closer, scrutinizing the rumpled features of a once gorgeous woman. "This is done by magic, the shadiest form," She enunciated after thorough appraisal. "For it to entail her this much, this is the power of the darkest magic to exist,"

With newfound determination, I returned to the memory, channeling my love and determination into every weave of my magic. The resistance wavered, Dorian's mental defenses weakening under the onslaught of my emotions. Inch by inch, I manipulated the memory, reshaping it into a fragmented version of its former self. It was a delicate dance, my magic entwining with the threads of Dorian's recollection.

Stripping off my clothes, I left them and my bag under a redwood tree, then I let Rose take over. "Let's run to our heart's content! Then we'll take a bath in the river," I said to her. Under the luminous gaze of the full moon, I felt an irresistible force surging through my being. My heart quickened with anticipation. Closing my eyes, I focused on the power within, embracing the ancient magic that coursed through my veins. It began with a tingling sensation, like a thousand tiny needles tracing patterns across my skin. My bones shifted, and a rush of euphoria washed over me as my human form started to contort.

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha

These boys would need to be tested to see what their affinities were because they might accidently hurt someone if they tapped into their magic without realizing it. I held their hands while focusing on my mate. I would just make it up to him later if he got pissed, but I doubted that he would. He wanted to be mean to my angels, so I was making him into a unicorn. It was just glamour but with a slight twist. He would also believe that he was it himself. It was a type of magic that I was perfecting as part of battlefield tactics. Imagine being in the midst of battle when the enemy began acting like a whale or a mouse.

*** In the tranquil confines of the particular room that Melvina had chosen, Freya, guarded by her lifemate and his twin, underwent a transformation that would forever alter the course of her ancient and magical prowess. As she delved deep into the currents of her power, a tempest brewed, engulfing her form in a swirling cocoon of mystic blue and golden energy. Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic.