Beast After Transformation Novels & Stories

The cheering was becoming louder. Maybe Izzy was right, Alex isn’t so helpless after all and can very much defeat Asher. Then the big Alpha threw his head back and roared, Beth blood turned icy cold as she watch Asher erupt, fur bristled, fangs bared, muscle bulged and roped like never before as he grew taller, towering above Alex. Evil rolled off of his beast in waves and with one almost gentle sweep, he knocked Alex flying off the fighting stage. He dropped on all four before transforming into a brown beast.

“Everyone says that we are cursed creatures. Creatures who live in the dark deserve to die because we bring harm to everyone around us. But we eventually strived and made a name for ourselves. Now others come to us to ask for our protection.” “Why do they call you cursed?” “Because we are,” he told me with a gentle smile, “we share the same looks, as if we’re the same kind, but when something happens, or when need be, or when the moon is full, we transform into monsters.” “I’ve never seen anyone transform,” I told him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe he never let you.” I stared at him, startled. How did he know that I was talking about Zeke?

I knew I would need my full power unleashed to take on such overwhelming odds. Pushing through the limits I had placed on myself, I fell to all fours and began to shift. Muscles and bones snapping and reforming as fur sprouted thickly over my skin. My nails becoming claws and my growls becoming harsher and deeper. With a lupine scream that tore at the throat, I felt the last of my humanity shred away. I was now a beast of war and no one was strong enough to defeat me when I was fully transformed. I watched the horror in their eyes as they noticed how screwed they were.

The burning sensation was everywhere – and he didn’t even know how he could be able to stop it – he wanted to stop it. Denver groaned in so much pain – as his skin was like tearing apart. And so were his bones snapping from one after the other – as if they wanted to be broken apart. And for that one last loud growl that resonated around them – Denver could still hear the panic in his cousin’s voice. “F*ck it!” Those were Levi’s last words before everything went black. *** POV: King Levi Storm He stared at Denver as he turned into his inner beast. It took him a painful hour to transform – which was not the usual shifting time. He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as

I yelled as Daunte pushed me back toward the house. "Get inside. Now!" Daunte said as he shifted into his wolf form and lunged at Adam. "DAUNTE!" I yelled, frozen in place as I saw the two collide, snarling as they became a hurricane of black and brown fur blood going everywhere. "Briseis, we need to do something?" I said to her. After experiencing an abrupt and intense sensation, an excruciating pain surged through every inch of my being, causing my bones to fracture and realign in an agonizing manner. The torment was unbearable, and I couldn't help but emit a piercing scream as I witnessed the emergence of crimson fur, which started to grow vigorously across my entire physique. As the meta

Then, he does it—pulls the vial from his coat, uncorks it, and lets it splash across his arms. The effect is immediate. His skin darkens. Veins pulse. Shadows coil like smoke around his limbs. His transformation isn’t natural. It’s corrupted. Beastly. I shift too—bare flesh stretching into fur, bones snapping and reforming, fangs replacing my teeth. I throw my head back and howl. We clash. Claw meets claw. Bite meets bite. His speed is unnatural. He slashes my chest, gouges my shoulder, spins and lands a kick that sends me flying into a tree. I crash hard. Get up. Barely.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

Blood , my own, drenched the ground beneath me. Each time, I thought it would be the last. That maybe this night would kill me. But it didn’t. It never did. And by the time the transformation finished, I wasn’t me anymore. I was the thing inside me. The cursed beast. It howled, low and guttural, before launching itself into the trees, tearing bark off trunks, sinking claws into anything it could catch. Rabbits. Foxes. Even a stag once, screaming as its throat was ripped out.

My entire body slowly lost its strength against my will and I could feel myself become flaccid, falling back against a hard chest to which I was lifted off of my feet. By then, my vision completely fell into a mist of black. When I regained my consciousness, I noted that I couldn't open my eyes. My entire body felt like lead, heavy and immovable. Then, I felt myself get transported along by the males. For sure I knew that there was more than one of them and they were not regular mortal beings because there was no way that they could have entered Keeran's pack house if they were. I am also sure that they were not hunters.

The one that had been witnessed was Full Partial Transformation. A Full Partial Transformation was an advanced form of an Incomplete Partial Transformation. Full Partial Transformations allowed the Beastman to adopt a greater number of features of the beast they gained their power from, compared to Incomplete Partial Transformations. The changes weren't merely restricted to a few body parts, but we're more all-rounded. The transformed Beastman would grow fur all over, may develop a tail, and would only differ from the actual beast by a few features; and it gave a thirty percent power boost - to all attributes! This meant that speed, attack, defense, agility, and senses were all enhanced! Thi