Transformed Novels & Stories

Massive, dark-furred, eyes burning with venomous hate. The study quaked under the weight of his transformation. “Please, all is fair.”

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.

Whispering, his vision became blurry, begging, painting by hopelessness and constant strings in his chest. As he was running, a hysterical laugh reached his ears as a guy holding a katana jumped down from the building and tried to slice through Tristan. But he was already outraged and overwhelmed by grief and his attempt to assassinate only enhanced his misery. “Out of my fucking way!” Roaring, Tristan’s body grew, showing a portion of his beastly part, his nails growing along with hairs. The transformation was incomplete but it augmented his powers extensively. Losing his tolerance, Tristan bit his neck, ripping the flesh of it to kill him in a blink.

She refused to be fooled by the mistress of jealousy. 'Great, she's mocking me too,’ Sandra said to herself, but was shocked by Amanda’s response. "I’m not mocking you, Luna Marshall. If the alpha marked you, then it means your body is transitioning. The effects will be dire if you don’t go to a hospital. Please, let us help you,” Amanda said, and Sandra shook her head. She wasn't going to trust a woman that had been mean to her since the day she had stepped into the damn office.

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that speed, attack, defense, agility, a

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

If his transformation was going to be as gruesome as Rolf’s, then there was no way I wanted to witness it at all. The air around me seemed to grow harsher, until it was whipping up into a frenzy, and pulling to the spot behind me. It was so fierce it stung my eyes and rubbed my skin raw while freezing it at the same time. I turned my head away from the pain, before I saw what Royce was becoming.

“I don’t want to be.” “I know.” Another pulse. Not violent. Final. Like something settling into place. I looked around slowly. At the shifting forest. At the flickering sky. At the wolves trying to hold themselves together in a world that no longer made sense. And I understood it fully now. This wasn’t a temporary distortion. This wasn’t a surge. This was transformation. The world wasn’t breaking. It was becoming something else. Something larger. Something unstable. Something irreversible. I looked at Delph.

Really understood. "What you experienced isn't something most people can comprehend," Dr. Chen said during their first session. Calm. Professional. "You traveled to a realm where reality is optional. Where physics don't apply. Where your fundamental understanding of existence was challenged. That changes you. Damages you. In ways that don't heal quickly. Or easily. Sometimes ever." "So I'm broken? Permanently?" "You're changed. Permanently. Broken is subjective. You survived something nobody should survive. That takes toll. But it also makes you stronger. More resilient. More of what's possible. That's not broken. That's transformed."