Quick Transmigration Novels & Stories

Three hundred beings from dozens of different bloodlines, united not by species or territory but by shared commitment to the principles that had made confederation possible. "Thank you," I said, meaning it more than they could know. The translocation began at dawn, reality folding around us as spatial-folders compressed the distance between continents into something that could be traversed in moments rather than months. The sensation was indescribable existing in multiple locations simultaneously, experiencing the curvature of space as a physical presence, feeling the weight of oceans passing beneath our altered consciousness. Then we were through, materializing on shorelines that reeked of

' "You are confined in bed for One year and half a month so****---" She lick her dry lips because of the sudden beats inside of her heart. "Congratulations Host! You are one of the Transmigratory in a novel chosen by the most amazing AL in the world! Which is the main system and my Father of course" 'Transmigratory? What? What the hell! So your telling me, while I'm confined in bed for One year and half a month. I need to play this fucking game! And my first mission in the game is to get killed by a fucking villain too!'

And the moment it made sense, it became predictable. I opened the transfer instrument on the secondary system and began executing a partial move. Not the seven percent Jolene had specified. Not through the entity structure she'd outlined. A smaller percentage, routed through a legitimate Swift Aviation vehicle that sat outside the Meridian architecture entirely. Legally valid. Structurally clean. And completely wrong, from Jolene's perspective.

She cleared out the rot within the company and took absolute control. Once everything was done, she arranged to meet me at a private club. “Sterling Corp is no longer Sterling Corp. It’s Zane Corp now.” She handed me a share transfer agreement. “This is thirty percent of the company. It belongs to Mr. Zane.” I did not take it. “Use these shares to set up a foundation. “Name it after Xavier. It’ll support children with musical talent from poor families.” She looked at me profoundly and nodded. “Alright. I’m leaving,” I said.

He could feel it building, the need to finish, but he didn't want to. Little pants and gasps came from her lips with every thrust, and when he finally felt her start to tighten around him, he pushed harder, determined to take her over the edge. With a few jerks, he was emptying himself into her. She whimpered into his chest as she fell forward, and he held on tight to her, his own body twitching.

Spent three months in Victor's system. Then he petitioned to return to alliance territory. "The Migration Accord doesn't address return migration," Morrison noted. "Only initial transfer. We have no precedent for this." "Because it's never happened before," Victor added via video link. "My system worked for him. Until it didn't. Now he wants to come back. If we allow this, we create permanent fluidity. People shopping between systems based on convenience." "Or we allow people to learn from experience," Maya countered. "David tried Manhattan. Decided it wasn't for him. We should welcome him back, not punish him for trying."