Altered Beast Werewolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

The beast pulled itself out from under the pile, shaking dust from its scales like a wet dog shaking water. One of its horns was cracked. A long jagged split ran from the base to the tip. Its left arm hung at a weird angle, the bone clearly broken. Its tail dragged on the ground behind it, leaving a furrow in the gravel. The beast did not look so tough anymore. "You," the beast said, panting, black blood dripping from its mouth, "you are not a normal werewolf." "I know," Kaelithra said. She crossed her arms over her ruined shirt. "Now are you going to yield, or do I have to break the other horn?"

The heat from his body was a forge at her back. Alpha Trent leaned in, his voice a low vibration that seeped into her very bones. “I am Alpha Trent of the Nightfall Pack. Now, you will tell me who you are.” The name was a curse she knew well. Dane’s stories echoed in her mind—a warrior, a legend, a monster forged in wars so brutal they had twisted his very nature. He wasn't just a werewolf. He was something more, something ancient that walked the line between vampire and beast.

Her palms were clammy and her heart was pounding. Shaking her head in denial, Alana recalled the size of the werewolf she defeated underhandedly. “That werewolf was definitely smaller! That thing is a behemoth!” She pointed at the wolf that was four times the size of a regular alpha werewolf. Superior Rosalia glared at Alana. “Look at the crescent-shaped mark on its forehead! That werewolf clearly absorbed the essence of the first witch from the top floor! It had evolved from a normal werewolf to a higher being!”

The scarred man had transformed into a werewolf, but unlike the mindless beasts they faced, he retained his consciousness. With this newfound power, the scarred man unleashed a devastating onslaught against the Alpha, his strikes precise and calculated. Amelia watched in awe as the scarred man, now transformed into a powerful werewolf, clashed with the Alpha. Their movements were a blur of fangs, claws, and fur. The ground shook with each collision, and the air crackled with energy.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Before he could, I threw the bottle of wolf's bane into his face. Bazaar quickly motioned from me and his eyes began to shift. He covered his face trying to hide his true identity. "He's a werewolf!" a female screamed. Everyone was now seeing what he truly his. "The witch turned him into one," the female again screamed. I was appalled at her remark. "Do you see what she has done? Bazaar tried to fight the wolf's bane effect on his body. Unlike Kate, his body was strong enough to fight back. The wolf's bane was not enough to kill him.

But only the strongest ones is able to be the alpha. Of course, Fate always has something that will stir the norm. They were called Altered Beings. Their change was not caused by being bitten, their change was natural. They were born. Their lifespan? It's the same as the humans around them. Were scientists have actually mapped the chromosome of the Altered as they are called by society. A glitch in one of the DNA strands causes an individual to be a were.

“Walked straight up to the border. Didn’t fight. Didn’t run.” I moved closer. The wolf I recognized vaguely, one of the neutrals who’d disappeared after the pack split, was barely breathing. His body was wrong. Twisted. Muscles bulged unnaturally in some places. Bones jutted at odd angles in others. His skin had a grayish tint. Eyes unfocused. And across his chest, carved into the skin: This is what happens to those who follow you. My stomach turned. “He’s been altered,” Kael said quietly beside me. “Partially. Vax is sending a message.”

Alastair hissed in a raspy, unfamiliar voice. Alastair’s laughter grew wilder. From a small chuckle, it rose into a raspy cackle I had never heard before. With a gaping hole in his chest, Alastair’s body grew larger, surrounded by black energy like dirty smoke. His body muscles thickened with random, terrifying bulges. Fur thinned in some areas of his skin. His claws lengthened to a point too sharp to be called a werewolf anymore. Alastair had transformed into a monster of darkness.

Arlene growled as my flesh began peeling away from my body. Slowly, I watched myself transform from an Alpha to a heinous beast. Yes, my wolf isn’t the normal wolf that everyone has, mine is a beast, a heinous beast that has been feared by the wolf kingdom. Who would ever believe that the beast everyone has been searching for is Alexander Lucius? I chuckled and slowly rose from the ground. The only thing on my mind was to kill. I couldn’t recognize anyone anymore, I have become a monster and a monster always wants nothing but blood.