Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Form Novels & Stories

Fenrir's gaze turned to Elea, and Ana felt a chill run down her spine at the intensity of the creature's glare. "Stay out of this, Elea," Fenrir growled, his voice dripping with menace. "The child and the wolf-creature belong to me." Elea's expression hardened, and Ana felt a surge of power emanating from the woman's form. "They belong to the Blackwood, Fenrir," Elea said, her voice firm and unyielding. "And I will not allow you to take them." Fenrir's lips curled into a snarl, and Ana watched in horror as the creature's massive frame began to shift and contort, its features becoming more bestial and inhuman with each passing moment.

Fenrik closed the distance in seconds. Agatha stepped forward, weak but standing. She held out a hand. "Fenrik..." He skidded to a stop inches from her, his massive body looming. His chest heaved. A low growl rumbled in his throat. She reached out and gently touched his muzzle. The growl faltered. His eyes met hers. And slowly... painfully... the red faded from his eyes. His wolf form shimmered, bones cracking as he shifted back. Bloodied, torn, exhausted—Fenrik collapsed to his knees in front of her, trembling.

Black and gray fur sprouted across his shoulders, and his muscles swelled, growing larger by the second. Caleb’s gray wolf form was standing right next to him, but Fenrir kept growing until his back almost touched the low ceiling panels. He expanded rapidly into a massive frame that became thick and heavy… like the exact giant wolf I remembered from the deep woods. He lifted his massive front paws, and I looked down at his claws. They were sharp, thick, and colored a deep, menacing red. I smiled as a huge wave of relief washed over my chest. I took a step forward. "He is back."

Then I let my wolf take total control. My eyes were glowing a soft shade of gold, the pupils thin and white. I could feel my ears flattening and my face elongating. I could feel myself shifting into the shape of a large black wolf. Its fur grew, thicker and denser until my body was covered in coarse black hair. Soon we had two wolves clashing with each other because Fenris had changed too.

She huffed loudly, crossing her arms with an indignant, almost childish look, rolling her eyes as if that could hide the effect I had on her. I took a step back, feeling Fenrir surge in brutal waves beneath my skin. My body began to contort. Bones cracked, muscles expanded, the heat of the shift burning from the inside out. A muffled roar escaped my throat as my human form disappeared and the massive black wolf took its place, radiating absolute power and dominance.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

From a young age I learned to fight a lot of people at once, so holding off these werewolves for a short period of time shouldn't be a problem. After I hit the two wounded werewolves, all the werewolves transformed and jumped at me. Their fangs were normal but their claws were extremely sharp. I was scratched a few times and felt dizzy. My eyes saw everything so blurry, my hands started to shake. Maybe their fingernails are laced with anesthetic. They were well prepared to deal with us. I forced myself to stay calm and continued to scratch my wolves one by one. Although I was injured, the anesthetic in my body was gradually taking effect, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily by them. At leas

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

The black werewolves from the Black Kingdom team are already big enough that they are over one and half meters long, but the difference with Yuan is so shocking that they could only froze at their position for a second which allowed Ken to instantly target their blind spot. Ken did not hesitate to change into his wolf form that is over two meters long with strong limbs deep brown fur, and faintly gleaming fangs that chomped down on the back of the nearest black werewolf that emitted a painful whimpering growl before struggling for a minute to escape Ken’s hold. Yuan’s wolf form did not stay idle as he jumped above the black werewolf that is in front of him before swiping his large paws shini

Then suddenly, I just lose it. Fenrir bursts through me in full force, my body shifting before I can even catch my breath. My bones snap, muscles stretching, and fur bristling. A massive grey lycan takes my place, snarling at my own men. The warriors scatter, raising their shields, but it doesn’t matter. I’m bigger, faster, deadlier.