Altered Beast Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

Didn’t wait for the invitation. I just took a position. “Vax is using altered wolves,” I said without preamble. “Not rogues. Not normal pack members. Something in between.” “How do you know?” one of the wolves asked. “Because normal wolves don’t fight like that. They’re stronger. Faster. More aggressive.” I gestured to Kael. “You’ve seen it too.” “Yes,” Kael confirmed. “During the Riverstone crisis. Before I left. Some wolves were changing. Becoming… different.”

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.

-Cristian- Alisha saw the scene alarmed when she saw the other approach to attack him. The rage and helplessness of being protected like a damsel in distress overcame her and she let the wolf inside her take full control of her body beginning the change. Cristian felt his other assailant come up behind him to strike him as his arm was propelled to the side under the white shadow of his mate's wolf. The beast shook but she did not let go, on the contrary, with her arm still in her mouth, she turned and twisted it, pulling it away from how hard it was biting. The neat white fur was stained with blood with a putrid odor that almost made her dizzy, but this was not the time. Dropping the piece o

Standing tall and menacing, his brown and white fur bristled as he bared his fangs at Bruce. Bruce roared in response, fully embracing his beast. His body twisted grotesquely as his half-transformed state gave way to a monstrous wolf form. His light brown fur, marred by a large black patch across his back, shimmered under the dim light as his glowing amber eyes narrowed with bloodlust. Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack.

I snarled menacingly at him. “Alpha ae the red wolves, I offer yae a bone lad, the memories once stolen shall be restored, in time.” “I don’t need your bull shit riddles, old man,” I fumed. “I’ll take you to the bottom and place you with the rest…” I warned before The Beast took over and roared. I’d never moved so effortlessly between forms. What had once felt like trudging through mud now gave way like a fish in water. I was vaguely aware of Bri standing behind me with Beau’s support.

The third stumbled back before Ronan crossed the distance and slammed him away from his father’s path. Elara’s eyes filled with tears, but chains still held her. No reunion yet. No peace yet. War first. A scream of rage cut through the square. Beverly. She had shifted. Or changed. I did not know what to call it. It was not a proper wolf. Not anymore. Her body elongated in places it should not. Her spine arched too sharply. Red-black veins spread beneath her skin. Fur pushed through in patches, dark and uneven, as if her wolf had been dragged through rot and forced to wear the damage. Her claws were longer than before, curved and black. Her jaw looked wrong, wider and too sharp, and her red e

Cracks echoed through the corridor like breaking glass. “Oh, come on,” Christian muttered, straightening up. “Really?” Their skin split, fur tearing through. Blood mixed with muscle, reshaping into something inhuman. Their mouths widened into snarling maws. In less than ten seconds, two massive wolves stood where Raya and Alicia once were. Red-furred. Leaner than Damon, but just as wild. Christian rolled his eyes like someone had just spilled wine on his suit. “Fucking drama queens.” “Shut up!” Leo barked. “This isn’t the time!”