Mahito Transfigured Humans Novels & Stories

He stood up and came closer to me, taking my hands in his. “I acknowledge that you find it hard to believe me, but I am certain about what I saw. I told you in the beginning I might sound crazy. But I’m not. They exist. Not as the myths describe as wild beings who turn into wolflike creatures standing on two feet under the full moon. They transform into wolves whenever they want! They are humans living a common life like we do. But they also have an animal counterpart. He is one of them. He can transform into a wolf. A very big wolf.”

“Just don’t be too disappointed if nobody comes with us.” I’ll try not to. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wouldn’t be disappointed. “Your eyes are beautiful the way they change colors.” Roshan’s own eyes turn blue as he looks at me and I’m certain mine are the same shade. But his eyes suddenly change into a more normal color of blue. “I can teach you how to mask your eyes so you appear human.” Now that I’m looking, even his ears aren’t pointy anymore and his skin is a normal shade.

While we sorted historical sources by dates, we started a casual conversation on the topic of religion. In Littai, as well as in Maskigne, the majority of the population believed that they owed their lives to the Bright Hard. He created the upper world and populated it with people and animals. Hard gave some people a divine spark, as a result of which magical gifts were opened in them. His twin brother Drah created his own world out of envy, but something went wrong, and as a result, all its inhabitants turned into terrible creatures. People believed that the brothers' worlds were separated by a thin line, and everyone who did not lead a righteous life in the upper world could be taken away

Did that mean, all these items could be hers? But Dina knew it wasn't that simple, for an item to be worth acknowledging by the transmigration system it had to possess the ability to blend in along with a transmigrator. This was on the premise that the transmigrator and all they possess are strangers and possible threats to a world and so to be able to successfully complete a mission without causing chaos stealth was an important factor.

the voice urged, its allure coaxing him toward the dark woods. Closing his ears as if to shut out the otherworldly plea, he hesitantly stepped into the inky blackness. Unperturbed by the nocturnal sounds, Stuart, a natural leader, ventured further. A captivating girl in a Cinderella dress beckoned him deeper into the woods. Though her face eluded visibility, her beauty emanated even from behind. Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing.

The figure from above was being shone by the blue moon and thus creating a very beautiful feeling, as warmth embraced their every being, it was very familiar like they had felt it from before. The person who is almost considered transparent possess a delivery white hair as if it's been glittered shine on the night, her butterfly eyelashes fluttered as it tried to open, her lips are the colour of the white transcendent moon. Her pale skin was emphasized as her delicate fingers are pressed onto each other as they intertwined together, it was raised on her lips. Everyone was having a complicated feeling as they watched the figure from its original appearance, that awfully familiar face shining

“I concur.” “They are as much animals as the beastmen. What rational mind decides that this is the answer to any question? What sort of man or even female could conceive of such a terrible thing?” Malitus continued to stare at the corpses. “Are they?” “Yes,” Ralta said in almost a whisper. “The head of each man is inside the bowels of the other. That head belongs to the other man.” “Mithras . . . ” a soldier nearby called on his deity as he heard the words and suddenly comprehended the savageness of the act.

Nimuel said. "It was no trouble, Lady Nimuel," Elektra said. "No offense, but our magick is more potent than anything ever seen on this planet, and preparing food is the most basic form of Humanoid magic." "Humanoid magic?" Aelanor repeated. "Yes. Humans too, can perform magick, but their magick is very limited. They can't make food appear out of thin air, for one. Humanoids, on the other hand, possess far more superior forms of magick." Elektra explained.

Lilith’s transformation was nearly complete. Her body flickered between solid flesh and pure void energy, existing in both states simultaneously. Reality bent around her, creating impossible geometries that hurt to look at directly. “You are too late,” she said, her voice resonating across multiple dimensions. “In moments, I will transcend mortality completely. I will become what I was always meant to be. A god of infinite darkness and infinite potential.” “You will become a monster,” I said, my Lunar Wolves spreading out to flank her. “An abomination that destroys everything it touches.”

His mouth opened unhinged, a beam of pure void light erupting from his throat. "He's absorbing it!" Vida yelled. "He's trying to contain it!" "He's failing," Mathias rasped, limping to my side. He had shifted back to human, naked and shivering. His side was a ruin of grey, dead flesh. Heriberto fell to his knees. His skin rippled. Swelled. Something was moving under his flesh. "Help... me..." Heriberto gasped. His voice was distorted. Two voices. Then he laughed. He stood up. His eyes were gone. Just white light. He looked at us. And he smiled.