Beast After Transformation Novels & Stories

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

I moved my hands to touch his scars, but Andrew caught my hand, stopping me from doing it. "You want to see the beast. I'll show you the beast," he said, with a loud growl in front of me. Andrew turned into a big black wolf, and I watched in awe as he transformed before my eyes, his eyes now glowing with an otherworldly intensity. The beast stood before me, powerful and majestic, a sight that both terrified and captivated me.

Fighting with Stephanie and now confessing her refusal to transform to her mother. Amelia didn’t sleep well that night. Images of her transforming and becoming a beast haunted her all evening. She knew that she definitely wouldn’t have her mind changed by anyone. She was adamant, she wasn’t going to become the same beast that bit her. A beast made straight from a horror movie. The look in his eyes was that of a wild animal, an aminal out of control of its blood lust. And she knew with all of her being that she would never become that. Ever.

He should regret what he did. I can feel my bones cracking up and my fangs grow, but it wasn't as painful as the first transformation like before. Few seconds later, I was completely covered with white fur. I growled loudly while glaring at the beast in front of me. The beast has the body and tail of a coyote, and a head of a deer with sharp horns. I have never encountered a beast like this my entire life, nor read about them. What power does this beast possess?

Beverly's entire body convulsed as she cried out, a feral, guttural sound of pain and fear. As the agony coursed through her, her face underwent its own nightmarish transformation. Her jaw elongated, teeth sharpening into formidable fangs, while her nose twitched and flattened, taking on a snout-like appearance. Her eyes, once warm and human, turned predatory, reflecting an insatiable hunger for the hunt. Beverly had become what she feared most—a werewolf. The very creatures she had fought against, the monsters she had sworn to eradicate from Omaha, had taken hold of her. The pain subsided somewhat as her transformation completed, leaving her breathless and disoriented.

Beastly Sarah knew he wasn't human after watching how he handled her brother's men back there but she had never seen or watched anyone change into what she was seeing before her eyes. The man named John Crowe broke his back in half, not by his own doing per se, and changed into something novel. This transformation didn't turn him into a wolf with fore legs and hind legs. But into one that stood tall before her very own eyes. His blue eyes shown brighter after the transformation, like crystals, and she found herself being magneted to them.

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b

”I command you to shift, “ my beta tried again and I could see the beasts was fighting against Bredon’s royal command. He let out a savage growl. I could see hate in the eyes of the beast. Bredon slammed his head against the closest pillar and he shrieked in pain but he was apathetic. Casey and Bredon were forced to repeat the blowtorch and the poison again and the second time. The beast’s strong facade crumpled and he violently shifted. His bones popped and snapped as he transformed into a weak beard looking man. His cloaked scent liberated and he smelled like a rogue……. Rotten flesh. His head whipped around, looking for any escape he could find until his eyes landed on my dangerous cold on

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The Beast bowed before me, allowing me to stand tall, no longer stooped in agony. The power that had surged through me now flowed steadily, a low hum beneath my skin. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the shattered remnants of a mirror, I was met with a startling sight. My eyes, once soft and human, had transformed into a fierce, blazing gold with ominous black slits. Experimentally, I stretched my wings, feeling the muscles flex and move with a newfound strength. My halo seemed to glow with an aura of power, while my claws served as a stark reminder of the immense strength I now possessed. I was no longer human, not even a trace remained. Perched upon the shoulders of the Beast, I raised m