Bitten Werewolf Transformation 소설 & 이야기

And I want her to see her favorite eyes first thing in the morning. She reaches my cheek with her soft hand and raises a gentle kiss on my lips. There could never be a happier morning than this. I lean on top of her, then brush her lips with my gentle sticky kisses. When my kisses arrived on her neck, I saw my bite mark turning into a scar. I kiss it and ask, "Does it hurt?" "Hmm, a pain in pleasure." "You're going to be a werewolf soon." "Huh?" "Because you're bitten. Your cells mutate your genes to make you a werewolf. Just like zombies. If a zombie bites you, you'll become one of them."

Inquired Amelia, hoping that it was similar to a dog bite, but knowing that it was indeed very far off from being a regular dog bite. “No, werewolf bites don’t work that way. Being bitten by one means that your entire life as you know it has changed. You can never go back and live in the human world. You will now be part of our pack, should our Alpha allow it, and you will soon go through the transition of becoming one yourself.” The severity of her situation hit home and her eyes became the size of saucers. She vaguely remembered hearing tales of werewolf bites before, thinking back, knowing that there was a slight chance of turning, but never really believed any of the old folk tales.

He’d known the risks, and he’d long ago decided what he would and wouldn’t become. “No!” Eli yelled as he surged forward. “Patrick, dammit, don’t! You promised—” Screw any promises that Patrick had made to Eli. Now Damon remembered the feel of teeth tearing into his flesh. His neck. His shoulder. With all of those bites and the blood loss, he should be dead. But he wasn’t. Because his body was already transforming. If a werewolf’s bite didn’t kill you…if you had the DNA that would enable you to become a beast, then just one bite from a shifted werewolf would infect you. Transform you.

Werewolves only change at the full moon. Only with the ceremony. But this one changes in my sitting room. There aren’t any real weapons around me; I grab a fork from the breakfast table. The werewolf’s jaws snap at my face as I dodge backward. He manages to grab me, opens his mouth to roar, and I jam the fork into his mouth, into his soft palate. And then he bites down and my arm comes away. I stagger backward, speechless with disbelief for just a second because it’s disconcerting to see your hand detached from your body. But then the pain hits me and I’m not speechless anymore.

Dr Jones concluded. "I had similar bodies dumped near my pack boundaries, some days back. The autopsy reports are rather frightening." I said. Rick and Dr Jones turned towards me curiously. "These women were bitten by the were, but they didn't turn because of it. Humans experience their first transformation, on the first full moon after being bitten. But these women were turned by injecting them with werewolf DNA." There was a gasp in the room and Rick furrowed his brows.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the transformation I had learned to control over the years. A deep, guttural growl escaped my lips as my bones began to crack and reshape, elongating and thickening in a painful but necessary process. My skin rippled and sprouted coarse fur, dark as the midnight sky. My fingers twisted into sharp, deadly claws, and my face elongated into a lupine snout, teeth gleaming under the moon’s ethereal glow. The pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by a surge of raw power and heightened senses. Fully transformed into a werewolf, I stood there for a moment, feeling the strength and agility coursing through my body. I let out a howl, a sound filled with both resolve and a f

“What do you mean ‘sped up’?” Veyra turned the clipboard toward me, tapping on a scan. “Normally, a werewolf bite on a human causes gradual deterioration, if the transformation even occurs. Most die before it completes. But Maya’s system is... adapting. Rapidly. And that’s not normal. Either her body’s fighting it in a new way, or more likely the venom itself was altered.” My heart dropped instantly. "Engineered? As in...intentionally altered?” She nodded. “We believe it’s possible. There’s nothing typical about the wolf bite she received.”

"It's Kaelira." The wolf froze. A shudder ran through his entire frame, a ripple of agony that seemed to move under his skin. Then, the shift began. Kaelira couldn't look away, even as her stomach churned. It was more violent than the others. Zayden’s transformation looked like a battle with himself. He fell to his knees as his human form took shape, his hands clawing at the earth, his back arching in a silent scream. When it was over, he slumped forward, his forehead resting against the damp moss. He was human again, but he looked broken.