Book Where People Turn Into Animals Novels & Stories

I could see Aunt Kate seated at the kitchen table reading a magazine. Someone entered and she stood up from the sofa in the sitting room, the magazine falling off her laps. "What do you want?" The person who came in just laughed and grabbed her throat, strangling her. His hands became hairy, very hairy and bigger. Veins popping out with nails so long and deadly. Aunt Kate's eyes turned from it's usual brown to orange, her face getting blue due to lack of air. The beast threw her across the room and ordered his men to silence her and left. They were transforming, hands and legs got bigger so as their ears. They fell to the ground and the clothes they were putting on tore into pieces. You cou

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

he asked me as he was confused. "I thought we had explained this to you before. These animals have the ability to transform into human beings and transform back to their real form anytime they feel like. At times, they transform without provocation, and then they attack humans and share the blood of humans," I said to him as I thought he did not understand what I was talking about. "All right, I guess I understand what you are trying to say. Can we move to the next phase of this whole experiment?" he said to me as I was convinced that he understood what I was trying to explain to him.

She thought maybe she could see some things that could break the bond. She walked to the shelves and searched around for any books that involved werewolves. She picked up a book from the shelf. The book had a picture of a black wolf in front of the title. "Werewolves rule." She remembered that she had seen the book before. The book was for anyone who had just transformed for the first time. It was for the new wolves to know and follow certain rules. "Maybe it might have something to do with how to break it." She said , flipping the book. It was a book with a lot of tiny writing. She flipped it for some time, until she got bored. She was about to drop it when something caught her attention.

After a long moment of silence, his rough hand reaches out and violently rips the burlap sack off Chika's head. CHIKA WHITMORE My eyes slowly flutter open against the harsh glare of the floodlights, revealing a profound, bottomless wave of sadness deep within my pupils. My gaze watches the family of three tightly embrace on the edge of the dock, comforting each other's wolves, completely oblivious to the fact that my life is being left behind in the dark. My teeth clench together until my jaw aches, violently struggling to contain the raw storm of emotions threatening to rip my chest apart.

“I wouldn’t presume to know if that’s what he wants for me. Not everyone will cross that river. Some of us are just here to aid the most favored. Such as yourself.” “Okay. Let me rephrase this. Do you think that a Human can be turned into a Were? Has anyone explained to you that we are different species? Do you study science at all?” “I . . .” She looks around. Her voice drops to a whisper. “I read a book, once.” I’ll take that as a no. “Who gave it to you?” “It was at one of our hideouts. I . . . We aren’t supposed to, but I was bored, and . . .”

Get a cup of hot water, like what she always does whenever she feels restless. Then she opens a secret wooden box, and she found a book… she opens it, and starts reading… *** Inside the Book *** Heredity… Something that starts from the great-grandpa of the one whose name is “Bridgette Arden”… It will not perish… It always happens… At the end of every quarter, a girl or even a boy to whom this book visits, will turn into a white furry dog in the midnight of that day until the sun rises. He or she will continue to transform into a dog for three days. The curse will continue and anyone who will know about it will die… “Bridgette Arden”… This girl is the only person who can break this curse. And

"Vampire." "Yeah but I couldn't wait-" "Don't bring dogs in a book store. Listen here flea bag, you better turn into a handsome boy in five seconds or your fur is going to be orange for two weeks. When your mates ask what happened to you, you'll turn around to a shaved side of you with my name all over it." My wolf yelped and he was quickly a teenage boy sitting on the ground, curling his legs closer to his body to hide the fact he was naked. His black hair framed his face nicely, bringing out his golden eyes even more as they carried over into his human form. "There's a lost and found in the back," she told him. Her eyes flickered to her book stacking. "So, you two want to have babies or so

' Clearly, this was a book meant for vampires, which made it all the more intriguing. I furrowed my brow and traced my finger along the page, eager to find out more. 'The end result of a failed transformation is a mindless creature quite like a rabid animal that simply will not die. The thing can be chained up but will need blood to remain alive. It is more convenient to slay it.'

“Your question about DNA the other day at the coffee shop got me thinking,” he said. “It’s all sort of silly, but the author of this book actually thought that there may have been humans at some point in our history who bred with animals and created all sorts of human-animal hybrids. It’s a fun read, if you shut off the logical part of your brain.” Yeah, I thought to myself as I studied the worn cover of the book, real silly. I didn’t tell him that there were, in fact, human-animal hybrids -- they were just created from a curse, not breeding. Although, after everything I had learned about the supernatural lately, I wondered if that was a possibility, too.