Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Form Novels & Stories

He coughed hard holding his throat, eyes a bit watery. “An instant counter-attack huh?” “I should’ve killed you back then. Who knew they’d stumble into you” Odogaia’s eyes were different from before her pupils had completely disappeared. Mana overflowed around her body, trees danced as the ground shook from her presence. Fenrir smiled seeing how serious Odagaia had become. “Can a mere mortal like you defeat the likes of me? Fenrir the Devourer” he spoke laughing as he grew his body. Fenrir had changed forms once more, he had turned into a werewolf, his body turned extremely buff with veins popping out of his muscle, his teeth turned like a sharp saw, eyes filled with bloodlust and pointed na

When I heard a growl behind me, I doubled my fists and turned, but stopped short: it was Xander in his werewolf form. His wolf was dark gray and huge, almost as tall as me when he was on all fours. He nodded and pounced on another Outsider as I took down two more at the same time, ripping out one’s throat as I stomped on another’s chest, crushing his heart.

he said while spitting on the ground. With a howl, his muscular body transforms into a werewolf. His eyes glow dark purple, filled with anger and hatred, and bluish-black fur covers his entire body. Looking at Alpha Altan, Alpha Lowell also transforms into his werewolf form in anger. In the darkness of the night, his eyes begin to glow dark red, and his whole body is covered with berry red fur.

However, the weird part is that their bodies start to rise from the ground surrounded by some dark green energy slithering toward them and molding their bodies and creating some missing parts of their body, transforming them into some sort of beast like wolves, after some time, all villagers, old and young, become humanoid wolves, who start howling and roaring after opening their bloodshot eyes, however that didn’t last after a groan that accompanied by deep strong and terrorizing roar that hit their souls hard which make them kneel submissively in front of three meter giant version of humanoid wolf with sharp razor teeth like swords full of frenzied killing intent, this is the beginning of

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

Maddy glanced at me in shock. "Change into your human form, Fenrir. Trust me," she growled. I glanced at the three rogues. I contorted, my bones snapped into place. I stood in all my naked glory and my yellow eyes glowed brightly at my mate and the pup she held. I went to stand beside her and put my arm around her waist and glared at the blood suckers. "He's ancient, he has yellow eyes like our master," one of them mumbled surprisingly. I cocked my brow.

The pack members scattered, their faces etched with fear, their eyes wide with horror. In the center of the clearing, a monstrous figure loomed, its dark form shifting and growing. Moonlight cast an eerie glow on the creature, revealing its thick black fur, its piercing yellow eyes, and its gnashing teeth. It was Draven, mid-transformation, his human form battling the wolf within.

As Fenris had his eyes trained on me, he is completely derailed by the rogue and they both land in a tumble on the ground. Goddess! I can't believe it. Is it real!? There looming over my mate's form is Xavier in his half-man half-wolf form. He has so many long teeth poking out of his snout like face. His claws are twice bigger than that of a normal werewolf. Fenris's wolf is almost half in height to Xavier's mid-transformed form. Even when Xavier first showed me his true form, he wasn't like this. He's bigger and looking more feral tonight.

Fenris' werewolf form was stepping closer and closer to me while I was little by little stepping back. I swallowed deeply, looking up in order to see his glowing blue eyes that looks like they wanted to eat me, kill me, or scratch me with his pointy claws. "You're a lot scarier than I expected," I whispered while continuing to step back little by little. "Fenris, w-what are you planning to do now?" I swallowed deeply. "Don't hurt me, please."

But he still looks meek against Fenrir. Fenrir was twice his size. A giant wolf, perhaps passing for a Lycan, the largest but long-extinct werewolf race. Fenrir’s wolf was skinnier but was evidently muscled and agile. He was a midnight black wolf, who had rich fur, and his dark eyes were more slanted, like that of a fox’s—unlike Flavian’s round, doe-like eyes. They were the perfect polar opposites. Their stark contrast, as much as I hate to admit it, is a fascinating thing to witness.