Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Form Novels & Stories

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.

I pressed my back against the rough bark, my hand covering my mouth. From the darkness ahead, a pair of eyes appeared. They weren't orange like the Council’s thralls or violet like a Royal. They were milky white. Blind. A wolf stepped into a patch of moonlight. It was emaciated, its ribs showing through patchy, mange-ridden fur. Foam dripped from its jaws. A Feral. A Lycan who had stayed in wolf form too long, losing their human mind to the beast. They were cannibals. Monsters.

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.

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.