Beast After Transformation Novels & Stories

He growled with pain and his body turns into giant beast. The nurse becomes horrified and immediately ran out to call the doctor. After some time, Becky immediately appears in the room. She locked the door from inside while looking at Marcus, who completely turns into a beast. "grrrr.. grrr... You are back. you are back to killed me. Arrrghh I will.... kill you...I will suck your blood and eat your flesh". He howled loud while giving threatening looks to Becky. He violently pulls all the needles from his body while turning himself into a giant and fierce beast. His shouts were so loud, that the room shake. The walls cracked while he tried to escape from the Goddess's powers.

I stood over the fallen Beast, my chest heaving, my mind racing with thoughts of the conspiracy that had led to that moment. Before I could do anything further, there was a sudden movement on the floor, and it was the beast transforming into something I had never seen before. Its skin was a sickly gray, and its eyes glowed with a malevolent red light. Horns jutted out from its misshapen head, and its claws were long and razor-sharp.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

Beast-type ability users were actually incredibly powerful. Once they entered their evolved beast form, not only did their strength, speed, and agility rival those of body-enhancement users, they also gained a variety of special abilities. Predatory beasts developed razor-sharp fangs and claws that dramatically increased their lethality, while aquatic types could breathe underwater. The only problem was—it absolutely destroyed their clothes. Every transformation shredded whatever they were wearing, forcing them to change into a fresh set afterward. Theresa was a notorious penny-pincher. Every transformation cost her a whole outfit… would she feel the sting of it?

Just the monster's maniacal laughter echoing through my mind. Its appearance changed completely in the span of less than a minute. First, it looked like a young girl. Then, it morphed into a hulking beast. And finally, it became a grotesque figure—like a cross between a human and a bird. Each transformation left behind an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Didn't think I'd have to fight your ass alone," I said, the smile still plastered on my face. "But it wouldn't hurt to go all out, right?"

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

"I choose your light, not your darkness. Come back to me, Cassian." The light flared into a brilliant crescendo, fusing Adrian's blood into the beast’s chest in a sacred, symbolic seal. Then, slowly, miraculously, the transformation began to reverse. The thick fur receded, the lethal claws shrank, and the terrifying monster melted away, returning to a human silhouette. For one endless heartbeat, Cassian remained perfectly still. Adrian hardly dared to breathe. But this time, unlike all the nights before, Cassian’s eyes retained their striking golden hue even after the shift was complete. They were bright, steady, and filled with complete, human awareness. He was entirely in control.

My bones restructuring beneath skin, the familiar crack and pull of the transformation,my muscle expanding beyond its human dimensions, the world sharpening to its wolf-level clarity as four hundred pounds of grey and black wolf landed where the man had been standing. I lowered my head and looked at the yellow eyes in the gap. After my transformation was complete,I heard a sound in the tunnel beyond them,far below to calculate the distance accurately. It was a sound older than howling and something vibrated through the stone floor that made the rogues retreat back and up through my chest of the most feared alpha in the northern territory,that made my wolf to briefly go still.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.