Witch Transformations Novels & Stories

The impact knocked the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping, unable to move. Distantly, I heard him turn away again. A wave of helplessness threatened to crush me as I watched him move towards the acolyte's room I wanted to move. I wanted to stop him. But I had lost all my strength, and he was just too damn strong. Then I heard a low, deep growl from a distance. The air suddenly shifted as I forced my head up to see Viktor was transforming right before my very eyes. His body trembled violently as something inside him finally broke free. Bones snapped and reformed with horrifying clarity. His muscles expanded, tearing through fabric as his frame grew larger, broader, and monstrous. Black fur

Is it possible for me to maintain my faith in our team? The silence was broken by the guttural snarls, and the rogue wolves emerged like paranormal spirits, with their eyes lit up with ferocity from hunger. My expectations were surpassed by their number. Five—no, seven. Fabian made a bold move, crossing over between me and the nearest wolf, steely as it lunged at him. Claws raped armor, shouting and snarl-inducing clashes filled the air. The familiar surge inside—the wolf, the witch—faded into flames. Let the transformation take hold as I watch, muscles twitching, senses brightening. I was no longer just a girl; I became the storm's version.

“After what you did to Callista.” Then, he teleports a few steps away. From the corner of my eyes, I see the witches get ready to attack, and Haden moves toward me. I call upon a half-transformation, making my claws and teeth grow just in case the devil decides to attack out of nowhere. “And what is that?” I snarl.

the witches also used many other animals in their experiments. Vastria came across another section of the transmutation/transformations where it stated that a witch can easily transform into an animal at will with simple ingredients, however, the book was missing the page. Someone tore it out of the book. With the thought on her mind she tried to see if she could figure out the spell of transforming/shifting. She closed her eyes to concentrate and felt something at the back of her mind, but nothing came up about the spell. The only thing that would pop up is worries of her friend, Meagan.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The woman's smile widened, and she began to chant in a strange, guttural language. Dark energy crackled around her, and I felt a sense of dread washing over me. I knew instinctively that she was a witch, and she intended to use her dark magic against me. As she continued to chant, I could feel the energy in the air shifting, and I knew I had to act fast. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and embraced the wild, untamed power within me. In an instant, my body began to shift and contort, my bones rearranging and my muscles stretching as I transformed into a magnificent white wolf.

When I was calm he begin to speak "I met him 200 years back when he was very young, we used to be good friends and he was quite caring and loving. As there are good witches and wizards and bad witches and wizards the same way we have good vampires and bad vampires. I was a human back then, a doctor so I never knew that he was a wizard. One day we went fishing and there were vampires who wanted to rule but they did not have any leader. They randomly killed families in the evening but we used to think it was all a made up story to scare people so everyone gets home on time. We went to his house late that night and the lights were out and silence spread all across the place. We went inside qui

Twigs gasp, sinking into his seat. The panic in my comrade's voice prompts the wolf to take control. I feel my teeth grow and my mouth opens as they no longer fit into my skull. I can not suppress the pain, and with an elongated shout of anger I let the transformation throw around my body. The cry of anger rolls into a deep snarl. The wolf can better deal with the pain, and while muscles and tendons get attached to the now massive bones, I allow it to consume Me. But only just enough to let it drain some of it’s anger. I do not dare to let go completely. Although Twigs is an annoying worm, I love him too, and I do not want the experience of waking up smeared in the entrails of my friend.

The dark magic that had bound him crumbled to dust, leaving nothing behind but a faint, eerie glow in the air. But something was wrong. The glow intensified, pulsing in the air as the body of the creature began to shift. The transformation was slow at first, and then faster, more unnatural. Zoe watched, her breath caught in her throat as the once-familiar wolf-like form contorted and twisted, the bones and flesh reshaping into something entirely different.

Her purple tongue hung out from her black lips as she steadied her breathing, and when she did, she stood up on all four of her hideous legs with the joints seeming like they had been reversed, or she’d grown more pairs of knees and elbows. “Transform.” Marcella said as she passed me. I closed my eyes on the sight of the beautiful witches turning ghastly, and called on my own wolf. The transition for me was painless. Even though I knew little about what pregnancy meant for a werewolf, I’d been expecting it to hurt me, but it didn’t.

I nodded, not really sure what to say. “Though…I think there are a few more Blood Witches around. Or at least, my father knows of them. They provided some equipment later on. A few things in my father’s office as well as the inhibitors on Emmett and I.” “Inhibitors? For what?” She looked at me sadly. “Shifting.” I stood up, nearly knocking the chair back behind me. She seemed a little shocked that I stood up as well, the potato she had forked was hovering above the boiling water.