Transmutation Circle Novels & Stories

Xue Yun also shared some melon seeds with her host. "Oh, isn't he the second male lead and the most enthusiastic pursuer of Fang Qingfei? He is surely one of the reasons that Fang Qingfei had connection to the underworld and her company smoothly entered the business industry without any kind of harm…..But now I have become his goddess, isn't the plot changing too quickly? Xue Yun, tell me truthfully, is this actually a low-level, F class world?" Yu Meng felt that she just came and didn't even do anything, yet the butterfly effect is so powerful that the people are already changing like this. So in her conclusion, she just feels the world is just too low-levelled.

He made sure to keep close to my side, gazing up at the tree branches overhead. “Transamagei wanted to be a pure place, like the Other Side. They wanted to wipe the dangerous monsters and keep the ones that wouldn’t harm humans. It worked for a while, but new breeds were created from the ones remaining, and demons were formed. For a while, people that had died and been infested were tracked and killed. This obviously caused some controversy, and a war broke out between the demons and the pure humans. This happened in most countries around the world; the worst being in Sole.”

It was a period of transformation. Was all that loudness mere distractions? If a person wears his heart in his sleeves, then what does he hide beneath that chest? How can the silence be so mean and unforgiving? Does the refusal to speak simply means that there was nothing to be said anymore? In thirty days, a butterfly's life will be complete, coming out of the cocoon as a changed and majestic creature. But humans aren't butterflies and thirty days weren't enough. In thirty days, you're world can turn upside down. You can learn a new way to breathe. You can grow into something you've never imagined to be. You can laugh like you never did before.

"At the most basic level, they're the same energy, just... inverted. Like a photograph negative." With this understanding, we shift our intention. Rather than simply filtering corruption from purity, we begin a true transmutation—reversing the inversion, restoring the natural pattern. The Lens responds immediately, its internal symbols rearranging into new configurations that amplify this process. The condensed cloud of corruption begins to change, darkness giving way to light at its edges, working inward. The transformation is neither instant nor easy—each fragment of darkness resists, requiring concentrated effort to convert. Vivian senses what's happening and makes a desperate move. Break

The great hall of the temple had been transformed completely. Gone were the simple decorations and empty spaces. Now, the floor was inscribed with a massive, intricate circle made of silver powder and crushed moonstone, mixed with rare herbs that glowed naturally in the dark. Runes lined the perimeter, glowing softly blue, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the heartbeat of the earth itself. This was not a circle of destruction anymore; it was a circle of binding, of transference, and of safety. It was designed to hold the impossible power that Aurelia now possessed and redirect it without breaking the vessel.

"Your magic belongs to us. The Faithful. We have served and served, all to no avail. The gods have deserted us. And now, you-the Deserter-are wasting your powers on these bastards? No. Not while I'm here watching. If you're going to share your magic, it will be with me." He lowered the blade to my face, cut a hot burning path over my right eye. As he watched the blood, he raised his voice, "Translatio potestatis." He dropped his knife, slid his middle finger through the hot liquid on my face, and drew a star on his forehead. The room around us began to shake. Glass rattled in the kitchen. The pans that hung over the massive stove clinked and clanged with the rolling of the ceiling and floor.

said Alexis. "I will enchant them to become wild animals, if my magic fails then I will make a deadly poison for them," said Greta. "Come on, let's cast a spell to change them," said Alexis excitedly. "Come on, Mother," Greta nodded slowly, then they started to cast a spell for a few moments, but the spell didn't work to change Alistair and Catherine because they were protected by a god. Alexis and Greta thought they had succeeded with their job, but found that the spell had absolutely no effect on their enemy. After casting the spell, the two went straight to the flower garden at Mr. West's house to see the results.

Why they’re still a nightmare at 9/47 When the Circle tried to annihilate the binding ritual in 1612, the Crown didn’t just punish them; it fed on them. It ripped their souls out, bound them into the seven black-glass shards, and then used their own stolen power to hide the remaining thirty-eight treasures in pocket-realms. In other words: Every time I claim another piece, the Circle gets a fraction of their original strength back, because the Crown is literally built on the energy it siphoned from them.

One thing for another. Rogue nodded and silently swore to keep to his word. “Any objections?” Ein asked and received silence for an answer. He knew his siblings were agreeing, they had been trapped for a long time, more than a million years. “Son, sit in the middle of the transmutation circle whatever happens from that point it's all on you, you have to fight off your inner self in order to utilize our power.” Rogue did as instructed. He sat down in a lotus position, his hands clasped together and Metaphysical Essence in his body made stagnant in order to circulate the power.

I said to him. He did not reply. Somehow, with a smirk, he then shifts his gaze at the ‘hunting ground’— with a sentimental look. Then, extending his hand as if he’s asking for something— “…Permutatio.” (…Exchange.) —three magic circles appear under Felix, Asha, and Pearl. With a bright flash— their positions were swapped. Felix, Asha, Pearl, without any energy to spare— they could only lie on the ground without moving an inch.