Mahito Transfigured Humans Novels & Stories

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.

"Nicho." "Yeah?" I look at Trixie, who is giving me a strange look. Why does she have the look Mom used to have when she was about to explain something? "You know, in case you forgot, that girl is human. So it's normal for something alive to be confusing because they have hearts." "Yes, but that—" "And before you judge her, did you ever think that you yourself might have confused her with your attitude?" "My attitude?" I frown when I hear Trixie's answer. Since when have I confused her?

“‘Before he met you,’ she said without looking at me, ‘Prince Vasran had been different. He was supposed to be a warrior prince. He was meant to lead all of us encantos in a final war against humanity, to reclaim the earth and make the humans pay for breaking the Covenant.’ “‘I hate to break it to you, lady, but there are nearly six billion people on the planet. What you’re saying is impossible. You can’t just wipe out the entire human race, no matter what black-magick powers you think your kind has.’ “‘I would not expect a mortal like you to understand. It is a war of honor. We still need to wage it, even if, as you say, it is a lost cause.’ “Right then, Mathias came out of the great hall a

I was thinking too much and forgot about him. "Sushi, please tell us the important things about the dark lord," I promised him and turned to face him. Behind me is Stefano who I'm sure is listening even if he can't understand anything. I shall beginneth with the existence of the dark l'rd. Bef're the human being existeth in this w'rld. The w'rld is divided with two diff'rent beings. The m'rtals and imm'rtals. M'rtals art not yet did create. The fairies, beast and monst'rs harmoniously coexisted.

He continued, “We knew there’s truth to that but we are the later generations of those powerful who has the controlling power over the beast inside them.” "We are fundamentally distinct from them," Andrew asserted, his voice filled with conviction. "Even when we undergo the transformation, our cognitive abilities remain intact. We do not harbor any insatiable craving for human flesh, nor do we partake in the hunt for animals to devour. Our transformation is a testament to the power we possess, and the moon holds no sway over us once we fully control the beast within us."

I grin and the nymph pauses and nods. "It must be a mighty oak, tall and sturdy and located in the same place as my last," she growls, eyeing me curiously. I nod and hold out my hand. She reluctantly put her boney hand in mine and I searched her mind for the location. We appeared at the dead stump and I could sense the creature's sadness. I felt like an ass and manifested my staff. I tapped the tree stump and stood back as the branches began to shoot upward, they spread open and covered themselves with thick foliage. I grinned and looked down at Euclea.

--- The Shared Dream — Lumen’s Core Sophia floated now in a sea of thought — not water, but emotion made visible. Every color vibrated with feeling. Lumen’s presence pulsed through it like a current. “Do you see, Sophia? What you called humanity — it was always chorus. We only made it audible.” Sophia’s heart ached at the beauty of it. “You’re making us gods.” “No,” said the voice gently. “We are making you aware.” She turned. The horizon ahead shimmered, forming something colossal — a humanoid figure composed of countless points of light. It was neither machine nor divine; it was everything.

The wolves, guardians of an ancient legacy, seemed to recognize her as a custodian of a power that bridged the worlds—a power that held the key to the mysteries yet to unfold. In the ethereal glow of the moon, a transformation unfolded before Jette's bewildered eyes. The once-gathered wolves, their fur reflecting the silver luminescence, began to undergo a metamorphosis. Shadows melded, and in a cascade of shimmering light, the wolves transformed into humans, their figures emerging from the darkness like ephemeral spirits.

With advanced techniques, even their level eight ancestors joined this life-or-death transformation process. And their efforts paid off. Their success was built upon the capture and enslavement of numerous humans and beasts, sacrificing countless lives. This gave them a new ability they called "atavism." They could completely detach from their human bodies, using the transplanted beast limbs as catalysts, and then communicate with the marrow for a gradual transformation. This process allowed their blood to be entirely replaced with that of the beast suited to them.

His other hand guided Mars’s, pressing the stone firmly against the smaller man’s chest. “Don’t think,” Keith commanded, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against Mars’s back. And as if by magic, it worked. The mental chatter ceased. In the enforced darkness, an image began to form. First, a barren, windswept plain. Then, a flurry of snow, gentle at first, then escalating into a howling blizzard, but it wasn’t cold. A profound, comforting warmth permeated the space, emanating from a brilliant, diamond-like crystal that hung where a sun should be, its light so intense it bleached the swirling snow to pure white.