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And as they pushed back the enemy's forces, a sense of renewed hope surged within them, a testament to the enduring legacy of their fallen comrade. In the midst of the desperate struggle, a surge of determination coursed through Elysia's veins. Her heart pounded in her chest as she recalled the visions of Metamorphosa—the hidden power that had been revealed to her during her meditation. With a fierce resolve, she raised her hands to the heavens, her palms glowing with a brilliant, otherworldly light.

Her tone was calm and reassuring as she said: “Carla, imagine yourself transforming. Visualize yourself as a wolf, running free through the forest. And when you feel the tingling and the pain, let it come.” Carla nodded, closing her eyes with determination. The transformation began slowly, but it was clear that she was struggling to remember the process. The room was filled with anxiety as the observers followed each step. Carla's bones began to break and crack, and an expression of intense pain took over her face. It was as if it were her first transformation, even though it had been a long time since she had last transformed. Anguished screams mixed with wild growls escaped her mouth as sh

The metamorphosis is unbearable, like being ripped apart and sewn back together. Writhing there she feels consciousness slipping away from her body. Pain and fear overwhelm her mind without any exodus. Then everything goes pitch black. Sara's POV The vision fades away then I open my eyes with a start. My body trembles because of recent changes made by going through the transformation process still being fresh as dew steppe grass after rain showers have passed by during nighttime hours before morning arrives as soonest possible after walking clients come asking for help with cosmetic would-be changes regards weddings or parties today goings-on at high-cost perfume store within their orange wa

"You can do it." I opened my eyes, and the moon seemed to stare at me. Then came pain. Always pain. Bones stretching, skin boiling, body twisting on itself. The transformation was never beautiful; it was brutal, primitive, like being born again every time. The hands became claws, the muscles were torn and regenerated, and the scream that came out of my throat was not human.

As their methods and motivations became clearer. Xylo almost absent-mindedly scanned each new dataset, even as Raijin passed them along to her. She snapped out of it slightly when a set of diagrams scrolled past. It illustrated the four major stages, from egg to larva to pupa to adult. Among the images was that of a pupa-stage destroyer, and something about it bugged her. “Wait,” she said. “How do they get from pupa to adult? The info seems thin… Here, look. This one says they hit it with one of their timed charges. What? That makes no sense!”

The wolf inside me snarled, refusing to bow to the likes of Boris, refusing to be tamed by the tormenting poison. "Never," I spat out, my voice raspy but charged with defiance. Suddenly, without warning, my legs gave out from under me. I collapsed onto the forest floor, the icy storm soaking into my fur. My trembling muscles rebelled against every attempt to rise as the venom continued to spread its numbing tendrils through my body. Slowly, my body started to change. My fur disappeared, replaced by skin pale as the moonlight that filtered in through the stormy canopy overhead. My paws shrank, forming into hands and feet. My muzzle and ears shortened, the elongated snout fading into a nose, m

The earth trembled beneath her, the force of her transformation cracking the ground like thunder. Her clothes shredded, disintegrating into nothingness as the transformation overtook her. Her skin shimmered, turning an ethereal white, the fur sprouting from her body a shining coat of snow. The pain was excruciating, but there was no stopping it now. It was a part of her, and she had finally embraced it.

“Give it your best, little wolf.” I exhaled, this would me my very first time morphing. I exhale again. Ready Lyssa. She howled in me. The change came like a storm beneath my skin. A shiver rolled down my spine as the world tilted—no, sharpened. My bones shifted with a cracking hum, my vision burst into light. Color bled into strange spectrums; I saw the heat trails of birds, the hidden glow of mushrooms beneath the trees, the faint shimmer of moonlight clinging to Draven’s furred form like silver armor.

Maisie stepped back in shock as the bird started metamorphosing in front of her eyes. If Maisie wasn't a werewolf who had seen many men and women shift into wolves in front of her, she wouldn't have believed her eyes in that moment either. A human might've fainted in disbelief. The bird landed a few feet away from her and finished transforming into a little haggard but still beautiful Mocha-colored young woman, a little older than Maisie. She was smirking at Maisie like she knew something Maisie didn't. Like she had won something that Maisie was unaware of.