Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Form Novels & Stories

The energy in the field was waking instincts she couldn’t fully smother. Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms. Her breathing grew shallow. If they called her name—if she was forced into that ring— They’ll see her. She watched as Fenric transformed with a theatrical snarl, his golden-brown wolf form sprawling and massive. The boys cheered, even as Professor Eldren made no comment. Keep watching. Keep waiting. Davorin’s shift was silent, clean, frighteningly efficient. A black wolf with narrow eyes and tense muscles. Even when he returned to human form, he didn’t bother to meet anyone’s gaze.

His eyes were red, and his form was grey, without a single strand of fur or hair. His head was the same oval shape as a human's, but his snout extended past that of a wolf. Like a dog, he was on all fours, but his paws were hands. Fangs like a vampire protruded past his lips. It appeared as if his skin was moving and his muscles were vibrating. Kierian moved to his feet, shifting into his Lycan form again while pulling me up to stand. Side by side, we faced this new version of Charlie. I could feel the power I shared with Kierian resonating between us as if we had become one.

Cheryl muttered in complete disbelief. All the tales; the legends; the stories her parents told her about as a child were real. The animal snarled, raising its right paw as it tried to claw Cheryl's face. Its chest rose and fell rapidly as its breath released warm vapour into the cold air. The cracking of bones jolted Cheryl from her thoughts. Her eyes widened once more. Now, instead of a beast, she stared at the frame of a muscular naked man. “You — you really are a werewolf,” she spoke through trembling teeth. The man glared up at her with his abnormal green-coloured eyes. He could tell she was fascinated, and he hated the way she watched him like he was some zoo animal.

The pendant at my throat pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat, accelerating the transformation. My bones cracked and reformed, muscles stretching and compressing as fur erupted across my skin—not the solid black of my father's line or the pure white of my mother's, but a stunning interplay of both. Stormy gray with streaks of silver and midnight swirled through my coat like living shadows. As the shift completed, I stood before them in my true form—larger than a typical female wolf, my shoulders reaching higher than most males', and eyes that retained their human blue rather than shifting to gold or amber—the mark of a Moon Wolf.

I don’t know if I can beat her. “Get everyone back, and stay out of sight” I growled over my shoulder at Lupus. He nodded once and changed form, right in front of me. His dark grey, and very large, wolf looked even more terrifying than the human form of Lupus did. I’ve seen his wolf form before, from a distance anyway. But seeing his wolf up close and personal, with the scar running across his face, his long sharp teeth on full display, plus the furious glint in his eyes. If I didn’t know who it was in there, I would be wetting myself with fear.

My pulse quickened, but Beki made excited barks as though she was meeting an old friend. “Don’t tell me Fenrir’s the size of a blue whale,” I whispered. Griff rubbed his chin. “He once told me he couldn’t shift without destroying the village, but I didn’t completely understand what he meant until now.” Chunks of land rolled off the massive wolf as it rose onto four legs and raised his head toward the pale sky. Despite having remained underground for goodness knows how long, his fur was as pristine as Beki’s. The only difference between them apart from size was that Fenrir’s wolf had turquoise eyes, while Beki’s irises were cerulean blue.

Is most definitely needed. The wolf in question was in his wolven form and what a form it was, twice the size of your standard wolf breed with grey black fur and gold piercing eyes, he must have been out for a run, it was odd to see a wolf shifter out without the pack so he is most likely an enforcer or even the god damned alpha,

The avalanche of guilt cascading over him forcing him to shift. His spine gave a resounding crack as he ran out of the building rushing towards a wooded part behind the Manor. His bones snapped reshaping Grey into a new form. Black fur grew out of his pore colonizing his skin. The shift went on till there was no man, but a wolf almost the size of a bear. He took off into the woods searching for deer prints... "Was it something I said!?" Bethilda asked concerned that her words were some how offensive. She alighted with Rowena leaving Ten in the elevator ready to go after Grey.

Being close to Alaric made her presence a bit stronger, but she was far from fully recovered. “Yes, now,” Alaric insisted, standing up with a grin. Before I could protest further, he stepped back and shifted. The transformation was seamless, his human form melting away to reveal a massive, midnight-black wolf. He was huge, bigger than any alpha I had ever seen in my past life. His fur was glossy, catching the moonlight in a way that made him look almost otherworldly. His eyes, usually a piercing gray, were now a deep, fiery red with dark orbs that seemed to see straight into my soul.

"No interruptions... just us." He didn't wait. He shifted. The sound of his transformation was horrific... the wet tearing of muscle, the sickening snap of lengthening bone. Black fur erupted from his skin like oil spilling over a white cloth. When he was finished, he stood as a monster of mythic proportions. His wolf form was skeletal and massive, jagged bones protruding from his spine, his eyes glowing with a cold, ethereal purple light. He was the personification of a grave opened before its time.