Pretty Cure Transformations Novels & Stories

I muttered to him through gritted teeth, not wanting to waste my breath on this pathetic shithead. “I did see. Can you still transform?” “Not a fucking clue, haven’t tried.” Shrugging my shoulders slightly in a tiny attempt at acknowledging Corbin’s question, I looked away from him and lifted my hand, palm facing towards myself and observed as I tried a partial transformation. I watched as my claws extended by several inches into their dark points of predatory additions.

Alex replied. Aunt Rockefeller reached out to pinch his nose and said, “Of course it’s real. Have you ever heard of the Bone Reduction skill? The Transformation technique uses a similar skill to slightly reduce and change the size and shape of the five facial features. There are, however, drawbacks to using the Bone Reduction skill. For the Transformation skill, it can change not only the size of the bones but also the distribution of muscle in a small range.” After that, Aunt Rockefeller taught Alex the main points on the Transformation skill.

As Eulich remained still with her eyes closed—fingers clutched, veins moved visibly over her skin and her body structure began to grow larger. She let out a horrifying cry as her nails grew longer, and her teeth grew into fangs. Her face was completely covered in animal furs. And when she opened up her eyes, they were deeply coloured. William startled in fear as he stared at the deep colour of her eyes. She was now a transformed animal. Frank’s features formed a humourless smile. “They never undergo a complete transformation process. They can only shift their body composition to resemble that of an animal—and most interestingly, they can heal themselves quickly after they have transformed.”

“To know how Human’s think and do.” “But how are you going to create...” I tried to hide my bemused horror. “I have already taken a gene cell from you, An-Gel- Aa! I have put the cell in me... so now what mate you think of, I will create and become.” “Create and become... you mean, you will become Human?” I was sure my eyes were almost popping out of my head. “Yes, very simple process of cell-transformation.” Was this creature’s matter-of-fact reply. “Easy to do and reversible.” “Are you a male, whatever you are?” I had to know.

-”Let’s shift, Squall. Squall nods as he stands in a corner of the room. His fur bristles with the anticipation of change, and his golden eyes, sharp with intelligence, scan the chaotic-looking office for any signs of another intrusion. When a profound stillness descends upon the room, broken only by the rhythmic sound of his labored breathing, our transformation begins. Our bodies quiver, muscles tensing and relaxing. Bones shift and crack, the sound echoing through the room. His silver fur begins to recede, replaced by my sand-toned skin. His snout slowly elongates into my nose, and his paws morph into my hands and feet. My form contorts as I continue to change, the moonlight tracing the l

Cadence asked, staring at her shirt like she’d never seen blood before. He didn’t answer. Instead, he filled the syringe with what I assumed was Transformation serum and attached it to the catheter in Tara’s arm. As soon as he pressed down on the plunger, Tara started to shake violently. I had been through this myself, but not under these circumstances. Tara had already Transformed, so I had no idea why he thought it was necessary to go through the process again. “What are you doing?” I shouted at him. Tara was vibrating so ferociously, it looked like she was having a seizure. I put my hands on her legs in an effort to calm her, but it didn’t make any difference. “You’re killing her!”

I then remembered what I learnt at the void of Crimson. "You are such a genius," I said and praised Tomo. With that I gradually started to release all my Tadara in the tail part and also to regulate the outpour. Immediately the legs started transforming it was so painful but I had to keep it up, after all I had seen worst pain. The transformation was complete and I looked at Tomo and asked, "how do I look as a Mermaid?" Tomo was standing up with her mouth wide open, she was breathless.

Something flickered over his face as his gaze shifted to Clara. pride. "The transformation completed," he declared. It wasn't a question. Clara gave a nod. Marcus took a closer look at her, examining her critically as if he had witnessed this before. "You retained your consciousness. That is good. Most do not." "Most?" Ash asked. "The transformation is unpredictable," Marcus said. "Some emerge as nothing more than animals. Others lose themselves completely to the creature. Very few maintain any sense of self." "But Clara did," Ash said.

“Breathe… let it flow. I’m right here with you.” The transformation was breathtaking. The uneven patches of fur began to smooth and darken into a rich, majestic obsidian with perfect streaks of molten gold. Cracked and protruding bones realigned with audible, sickening cracks that made several guests flinch and step back. His hunched posture straightened into powerful, regal lines. Muscles swelled and refined themselves beneath the fur. His claws lengthened into elegant, deadly weapons. The wild golden glow in his eyes stabilized, becoming pure, commanding light instead of chaotic fury.

Almost Gregor’s body twists unnaturally as the shift starts, his bones cracking loudly, echoing through the room. His hands contort, claws sprouting unevenly, but his fingers remain mostly human. His face elongates halfway into a snout before stopping, leaving him in this grotesque, mangled state. Blood pours from his injuries, now worsened by the failed transformation.