Transformed Novels & Stories

“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.

Puzzled at who dropped it, she picked it and looked both ways to see if someone was watching then stepped inside. She got a proper look at the envelope and her heart skipped a beat. it was Harvard and it was unmistakable this was the reply for the new application she did. She was nervous, this letter can contain either good or bad news. She calmed herself and opened the letter. " Dear Elena, your application to studying arts at Harvard University has been accepted" the letter read. Elena screamed in Joy, finally, she got accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world. Her birthday started well

One purpose. Creating. Transforming. Surviving. Forever.

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Comfort had gotten the message, there is a purpose for her relationship with Rob. He needs Comfort's help not as a wife but as a friend. She took up the challenge, though both of them wants to be together it's not the plan of God. "His transformation is my purpose." Comfort thought to herself. Rob was tired of his wayward life. He had hurt so many ladies and he wants to change, if only Comfort would accept his proposal, then he would change. Those were his thoughts. Man proposes, but God disposes is a true statement because Gods, thoughts are not our thoughts and his ways are quite different from ours.

As Link was working on the transformator, he remembered something that Carlos told him while teaching him. ***Flashback*** "The transformator is very powerful. It can work on any dead body depending on how long the person has been dead. If the person died recently, the body will be perfect and last a long period when it has undergone the transformation process but if the person died years ago, the body won't be able to last even if there's a ghost in the body." Carlos explained. ***Reality***

Her tongue was slightly out as she concentrated on controlling all the power she was taking in. We all watched, holding our breath as the darkness dissipated and her body reverted back to completely human, besides her eyes. She smiled and put her hands on her knees. “He should be all clear now.” I nodded and looked down to Justin, still laying in wolf form. Brushing his hair, he looked up at me. “Shift.” My order rippled through the house. Suddenly, Justin’s fur receded and his body rearranged back into human. Kev leaned forward and handed me the clothes. Justin sat up and blinked, looking between Sky and I. His eyes settled on Sky.

Chapter 5 Transformation Madissa swims to the ledge and cautiously lifts the edge of the cloak, revealing that the man's pants obscure much of the ongoing transformation. While his torso remains unchanged, his legs appear slightly smaller, indicating a gradual change. Relieved that he has stopped bleeding, she gently covers him again with the cloak. Turning to her sister, she conveys her findings with a mix of relief and lingering worry. "They are changing, but it happens slowly. This one still has legs," Madissa signs, her facial expression reflecting a blend of relief and concern.

He still doesn’t turn around. When she realizes he won’t be replying back she leaves, giving me one last side eye glare. He turns around finally and sees me waving my hand in front of my face trying to get her strong perfume away from me. He holds back a laugh, “I’m guessing the Alpha title comes with a lot of fans,” I say walking over to the table to grab my contract. “The title definitely comes with a lot. Not all of which is wanted,” he sighs and grabs one of the bags and a shoe box and hands them to me. “You can change over there,” he points to the corner that has those fabric moving walls like the hospitals do. “Excuse me? Change? Why am I changing?” I ask him clearly confused. He lifts