Metamorphosis Past Tense Novels & Stories

For a moment, he stayed silent, lost in the memory. “The instant that strange voice wailed… the beautiful house changed. Not slowly, not naturally. It just… transformed. The walls, the roof, everything shifted, as if they had never been solid at all. Pieces decomposed, slid, and twisted on their own, trying to fit back together. It flickered again and again, like a shattered mirror trying to piece itself back together.” He swallowed hard. “And it didn’t stop. Not until the sun came up.” “Morning came too fast,” Henry said quietly. “Too fast to feel real. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes… maybe nine at most. One moment it was night, the next the sky was already bright.”

“Phasmatos incendia mutatio, persona metamorphosi ferre, in profundis mutare, King Micah in veritate aperire, in anima renovare, in aeternum transformare, in melius transformare, in salutem convertere, in felicitatem et pacem mutare.” My body began to shake, and my head turned to the dark sky, my howl getting lost in the loud thunder. I looked to my left, spotting Lovette, who screamed, the rain mixing with her tears streaming down her face. My head was turned to the ground as I began to gasp for air. Dark liquid oozed out of every hole on my head. I looked over to Lovette again, and this time she was running over to me. Stop, I tried to say, but only coughed as my body became weaker.

Even so, I didn’t have the time to feel pain or shock, and I kept my eyes tightly shut, trembling even as I felt everything. Amidst the endlessly grilling process, Dicken held on tightly to my body until my transformation was complete. I leaned over his broad chest, and though my brain was mush and my spirit was utterly worn, I was tormented by my receptivity after mutating, and instinctively coiled my recently formed tail over Dicken’s, grinding and caressing like a newborn child thirsting for milk.

“Did that hurt?” “Oh, God, yes,” he said. “That was a long, long time ago, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. We had no assistance back then, and with my gene pool, even though it wasn’t an instantaneous serum Transformation like yours, it was basically like working out every day with a similar level of pain of what you were experiencing the other day, although it probably wasn’t quite as severe as yours or else I probably wouldn’t have made it. But, yes, it was not pleasant.”

And my former self looked back at me. Her azure look pierced mine. She grinned. "It's too late." Magic began to fill the air. My former self held up a hand. "You believe that this can be changed?" She said. Like a shattered mirror, the room shook and warped. Damon drew me away. “Be careful, Melissa.” My former self grinned. "You are unable to change who you are." The walls trembled. The light flickered golden. Time was running out. I stepped forward, gasping.

A stroke of lightning reflects my image in the pane: eyes glowing with an intensity of new power and resolve. "You should have trusted me with the truth," I say low-voiced, yet firm and sad at the same time. "Now we'll never know if this was a destiny I might have chosen for myself." Now, the witches, their liturgical duties continuing amidst peal upon peal of thunder shaking the foundations, are in an all-out storm, rivaling that in my heart while the pieces fell together-the finalization of this metamorphosis was much larger than merely one will to live or an explanation behind some difficult moments of relationship with Callum.

She was large, agile, and had the same green eyes as me. Lisa awakened when I was twelve, making me go through one of the most humiliating moments of my life. Unlike in Siram, I had no time to prepare for it—I truly wasn’t ready. My first transformation happened at my old school. Feeling violent tremors take over me, I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. Before I could even take off my clothes, Lisa emerged. I had to endure all the pain in silence while my bones and muscles reshaped during the transformation. They said the first time was the most painful; now, just imagine doing it in the cramped space of a bathroom stall and having to hold in all the agony of the transformatio

"I will make it up to you, my child—" He was barely done speaking when his body began to convulse. He jerked away from me, screaming and staggering. I watched him in awe as he transitioned from one form to another. His bones stretched and realigned as though he were rubber. He grew, his height changing, then sank back into the human shape. It was almost as though he was unsure of the figure he wanted to end up in. His convulsions eased enough to slow the entire process down so that each alternating form lingered for a little while.

I whined and Xavier nodded. “Go ahead and change” he said. I walked to where I had left my clothing and he turned his back to me as I willed the change to come on. Changing forms never hurt really, it was uncomfortable but not painful; however, since the bond it had become a fluid transformation like moving through water. I felt no discomfort as my paws turned into hands, my fur retracted, and I stood upright. Once fully transformed I gasped, the pain in my chest becoming more acute; more intolerable. It burned, like fire had been placed on my chest, and my body ached in ways I had never felt. Struggling to get dressed I panted.

Slowly, I turned back, confirming he was indeed gone, vanished as quickly and silently as he had appeared. I strolled back into the bustling club, where my friends were still enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Their laughter and energetic movements drew me in. I moved towards them, weaving through the swaying bodies, feeling completely transformed. It was as if those failed matings, the crushing blows, had never even existed. The pain had been momentarily lifted, replaced by an intoxicating sense of possibility. “Hey, what a metamorphosis!” Amy whispered, catching my eye as I approached. I took her by the waist, my body already swaying to the pulsing beat, and pulled her closer, moving