Altered Beast Wolf Novels & Stories

Word of mouth travelled fast, and we began to attract a lot of terrified and abused omegas who willingly ran from their tormentors, becoming rogue to find us. My daughter, Carissa, and Beast became symbols within the Wolfen community. We weren’t strictly wolves, however. No, Carissa would not hear of it. I was chuckling at the thought of her challenging Beast on nearly everything. He would yell, but you could see he loved the spark in her. She challenged him in the ways he needed her to. His mind was changing on many things, and he was becoming the Alpha I knew he could be.

She couldn't believe that she was thinking like this about her friend! But then again she could. She remembered being cradled in his arms half in and out of consciousness and some man had called him Beast. He'd said "Beast take care of her", or something in that vein. Ashleigh stared grimly into space. Once upon a time she only cared about how someone looked, how good she looked, how good they looked together. Ashleigh knew the truth; when it was all said and done it wasn't Christopher who was the Beast, it was her.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

I spun around and found myself face-to-face with a giant wolf. Its fur was as dark as the moonless night, with an outer blue haze encasing its body. On its right foot, a white fur paw stood out against its obsidian coat. The amber eyes glowed against the darkness of its fur, locking into my indigo ones. For a passing moment, neither of us dared to move muscle. The creature's features began to shift. The wolf's snout elongated, reshaping into a human face. Fur receded, revealing smooth skin; before me stood a man. Not just any man, but the one whose persistence rubbed against my nerves at the bar tonight. Altair.

“I am a shifter. A werewolf. You've met my wolf, we basically share my skin and he's not gonna hurt you.” “What makes you so sure? And why do you refer to the beast like he's not you?” He remained silent for a while, confusion shrouding his countenance before he nodded his head, shrugging when he reclined back into the seat. “He is me, and at the same time, he's not. My wolf and I do not always think alike, we both have a mind of our own, so sometimes it's me, and other times, it's not.” “The beast is like your alter ego? Do you have memories from when you're the monster? Or do you both share a different memory?“

As the groans intensified, my curiosity overpowered any fear that threatened to take hold. I watched in awe and disbelief as Christian's body underwent a profound transformation. His form blurred, and the air seemed to ripple around him. Bones cracked and realigned. The groans became more pronounced, resonating through the air like a primal chorus. Suddenly, Christian stood on all fours, his sleek silver fur glistened in the daylight. His eyes, now a vibrant amber, locked onto mine with an untamed intensity. The once familiar human features were replaced by the majestic presence of a large wolf.

The wolf growled, mentally burying her head in me, they say, here I am, and I’m not going anywhere. - With alphas, everything is different, - Stas continued to enlighten me, throwing his hands behind his head, under Andrei's strangled grunt. – Yes, your she-wolf died the same way, only much longer than a normal wolf, since she is inherently stronger. And when she managed to get through to you and change your hypostasis, you began to unite consciousnesses. For me, for Andrey, as for other alphas, it all happens very simply. We just get to know each other, roughly speaking, share memories and find things that are equally significant for both of us. But you didn’t remember anything, and you did

I saw Denver running towards us, casting spells against the bloodthirsty beast chasing him, its scent of betrayal almost palpable in the air. “Witch!” the desperate mage shouted. “Stop him.” She turned to the mage with disdain. “Well, well, wizard, you can't control a beast, can you?” She laughed and waved her hand in the air, allowing the shadows to possess Denver's body. His eyes turned as black as the night, his skin gray, and his scent shifted to something malevolent. “Go play with the wolf!” As if he were a puppet, Denver obeyed, heading towards the Alpha and casting spells. The battle unfolded just a few meters from me, and a shiver ran down my spine as I noticed that the beast seemed

(You can save her ease… we can't lose our mate, that would be another pain for me. Then my beast stirred, furious and restless. (Don’t do it! If your wolf leaves I will take over… after all, he has been useless) My beast argued back. Girl the first time I wasn't ready to listen to my beast. “I have no choice,” I said through my teeth. (It will cost us everything. You pull the Lupin soul out, you won’t be the same. You will be weaker..) My beast growled. “I don’t care!” I roared, slamming my claws into my own chest.

Their claws and fangs elongating, ears turning pointy, parts of their face and arms grew fur, before their eyes turned wolflike with a shade of yellow. Everyone of them lunge at the brown werewolf, biting, clawing, and grabbing hold of what they can. But their efforts were futile, considering the difference in size between the group and the seven foot tall fully formed beast. One after the other, they got thrown away, being swiped effortlessly with one swing. This served as an opening for Alfred to change. His body cracked, twitch, and ripped. As his beastly form emerged from his human shell. Fearing for the safety of the youngsters, he no longer hesitated to use all his might to push back t