Beast After Transformation Novels & Stories

Moans escaping from my shutting mouth as his stroke became slower but harder. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at our reflection in the mirror. “I’ll show you, Valerie.” His rasped, voice drenching with lusts. I could feel his huge manhood buried inside my pussy bulged into an even larger size, stretching the wall tight and burning the entrance. Furs grew on his neck and forearms, a pair of wolf ear presenting on his head. He hadn’t completely shift into a wolf but that gave me a strong enough sense of being fucked by a real beast.

Something was going on with his friend, but what? John arched, breaking bones and twisting joints; long claws appeared on his hands, and then ... A sharp movement - and he stands on his feet and growls; sharp fangs appeared in his mouth ... John stood in front of Steve, but already different, not the same as he was recently. Partial transformation! His friend became the Beast! Dangerous Beast!

Tony was on his back scrambling to get up. In his Beast form he looked a great deal like Alexis although his skin wasn't gray but brown. A Beast's skin appeared to be more like hide, thick and difficult to puncture with teeth or talons. In my time as a Council member, Master vampire, and Territory leader, I've seen varying forms of this Beast. The constant was that the Beast was a hairless, morphed form of a vampire. That was it. It wasn't as if vampires were changing into wolves or panthers because vampires couldn't "turn" into anything else. When angered, they bulked up into a scarier, deadlier vampire. They did.

Besides my father, King Aragon, General Montgomery, and Simiyan, everyone else was seeing Beast’s transformation for the first time. “Cyrus, Brantley, Hayes, and Hunter, let’s head out with Clayton. Titus, you and Thane keep us updated on what you can see on screen,” King Aragon instructed. I didn’t wait to be given any instructions as I took off. When we built the pack house, we built it with each room being big enough to fit Beast in his shifted form. We also ensured that he could easily manoeuvre the whole house if need be. The forest wasn’t far from the pack house, and Beast was in full control while I handled the anxiety for us both. He took off even faster when we felt a pain in our ch

Immediately His body and mind went through the change, His build grew a bit, and He could feel His facial features sharpen, His eyes going black, the veins under His eyes raising. His claws grew long and frighteningly sharp, the teeth in his mouth shifted and lengthened, and His fangs poked out of his mouth. His eyes opened, and He could feel the change, He was looking out of His eyes but He could also see out of the beast's eyes. This half-transformation was very unique and no one but Vilkas knew of him doing this, well there were a few but they only saw this form before they died so. . . The beast reached out and opened the door.

He quickly laid her on the floor and stepped back a bit. He raised his eyebrows and his eyeballs turned around. His veins became thicker under his skin and his fingernails lengthened. His teeth grew longer and black fur came out of his skin. “Oh!” He growled. His clothes tore into pieces and he transformed into a giant black wolf with a grey tail and white hair at the back of his neck. Immediately after he transformed, Beorn, the Pack chief hunter, set his torch light on him. “Who is that?” Beorn questioned, taking his steps one after the other towards him.

My vision blurs, and I stumble, fighting to keep my balance as my body begins to change. The transformation is both excruciating and exhilarating. My bones stretch and shift, my senses heighten, and a powerful, raw strength surges through me. The world around me shifts as I drop to all fours, the room now viewed through a wolf's eyes. The sound of my own growls and the feeling of fur covering my body are both alien and familiar. I’m fully transformed now, a sleek, powerful wolf ready to fight alongside Luke and Callum. The transformation is complete, and I feel a deep connection to the primal force within me. My senses are heightened beyond belief—every scent, every sound, every movement is

A shiver of terror ran down his spine, and he found himself paralyzed, his pants soaked from the involuntary response of fright. Witnessing Kalista's strange transformation left him unable to comprehend the unfolding reality. In a split second, the beast lunged forward, its movement as swift as lightning. Killian attempted to scream, but terror gripped his voice. The beast's sharp claws tore into his stomach, causing excruciating pain, and his desperate cries pierced through the forest, echoing like a haunting lament. As the beast finished its deadly deed, an eerie silence descended upon the forest, interrupted only by the faint rustle of leaves, as if nature itself stood in awe of the trans

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

He forced the chaotic, rotting biology of the Beast to align. The gray flesh turned to gold. Then to iron. Then to stone. The infection calcified. The Beast screamed as its body hardened. Its legs turned to statues. Its lungs turned to rock. In five seconds, the Beast was gone. In its place was a perfect, twisted statue of gray stone. Leo stood up. He pulled his hand free. The spike retracted, his hand smoothing back into golden fingers. He turned to us. His eyes were mirrors. I could see my own terrified reflection in them.