Transmigrated Novels & Stories

Fate would not always be kind enough to let one travel back and forth as wished. Yet without exception, transmigrators, time-travelers, reincarnators, unless truly dead and thrown into an impossible timeline, would strive to go back. In this regard, Agatha was no different. 'The difference between me and the transmigrated protagonists in novels is that I know how to return and know where exactly I am…' she whispered to herself.

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.

It had not been easy for me to pull myself through college, and I even landed an offer from a major company. But when I went for the physical examination, the results showed that I had been diagnosed with late-stage cancer. I watched the lab’s promised rewards climb from a hundred thousand dollars to a million dollars, then to ten million dollars. I eventually could not stop myself from signing up. “The main characters in this book share behavioral problems. We need you to transmigrate into the book and correct them. You only need to stay for a year, then you can come back.” I originally thought I only needed to hang out and joke around with a group of two-dimensional characters after transm

My mum told Kata with a firm voice. “I think they are going to wake up.” Cayden said and then his eyes widened a bit. “I think she’s transmogrifying them.” He added with his realization. “Just like the Praised brothers.” Daniel added. “Oh, no.” Andrea muttered. Shit. I said internally. The four of us had gotten the memo. I, Andrea, Cayden and Daniel who had been at the Lycan Hold to witness the Transmogrifying process and the Fikjū ritual could easily realize that was a similar case.

Something was pulling me out of myself. A shift in the usual nothing I mediated in made me think I’d now been transferred somewhere else. My heart pounded as I tried to orient myself. The issue was that pull wasn’t allowing me to stop. It was like I was trying to dig my heels in but there wasn’t ground beneath me. I was so fucked if I ended up being caught somewhere. There was no hearing the end of it from Sophie and Fiona.

"You know I'm not scared of anybody. I just don't want to..." "Look, Bro. You were able to tame Dana before. You were also cat-and-dog back then, so I see no diff..." Miggy stopped in the middle of his sentence, abruptly covered his mouth upon realizing that he crossed the line. "Oops! Sorry. I didn't mean to..." "It's okay," he answered quickly. "And it's true. She sometimes reminds me of Dana and my old self." "But there is nothing wrong with trying, is there?" Lance replied. "Don't you want us to pass so we could go to the same school together again?"

Andrew was subjected to beatings and verbal insults every day. It seemed that he had truly lost his mind. He would constantly mumble to himself in a crazed tone while scrubbing robotically. "Go back… I have to go back to the present… Diana… Take me home, honey! This isn't real… I was transmigrated here, so I can definitely transmigrate back to the present… I have to find a way… I have to…" He would either be doused with a bucket of freezing, filthy water in the next second, or someone would smash a wooden bat against his back.

And there, hovering above each person, were designations: PLAYER_PRIMARY_CAMRYN_CHAVEZ_STAGE_III_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_AMON_CAELAN_STAGE_III_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_MIRANDA_CASTELLAN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_WHITNEY_SOREN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_FABIAN_MOREAU_STAGE_IV_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_REGINALD_CASTELLAN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_OLYRIENNE_ROSSETTI_STAGE_III_ACTIVE "No," Whitney breathed. "No, this can't be," "It's real," I said, deactivating the device. The code disappeared, but the damage was done. "We're all players. Transmigrators pulled from our original worlds into a game designed to test whether we can save an underground nation from apocalyptic threat.

The forest he lived in transformed into an instant desert of death. "Why am I not dead?" Quickstep asked in agony as tears were flowing down his beady eyes. "You have been saved by the system bestowed upon you by a god, host," the female unfeeling voice of the system answered Quickstep. "What system?" Quickstep was still dazed with his loss and was not thinking properly. "The system is called Transmogrification. You can take any life form you touch and take their abilities for your own use. Their memories and shape would also be available for you. This ability is also applicable to the dead and inanimate objects," the system said to Quickstep.

It was the most painful kind of home-sickness. But the question was, in novels… was it always that easy to return to where they came from? No. Fate would not always be kind enough to let one travel back and forth as wished. Yet without exception, transmigrators, time-travelers, reincarnators, unless truly dead and thrown into an impossible timeline, would strive to go back. In this regard, Audrey was no different. 'The difference between me and the transmigrated protagonists in novels is that I know how to return and know where exactly I am…' she whispered to herself.