Forced Age Regression Furry Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vanessa lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. She straddled me and looked down at me, her eyes glowing dark red, almost black, with a look of pure hatred painted on her face. It was in that moment that I realized my sweet, innocent Vanessa really was gone, replaced by a monster made of twisted ideals, raw emotion, and an indomitable will to destroy humanity as we know it. She no longer saw me as her mother, but rather as an obstacle in the way of her achieving her goal.

I tell them, frowning, upset at the thought that my poor pup had to go through all that. Alec clears his throat, sensing my annoyance, and tells her, “Irina pointed out that Francesco was obsessed with being able to awaken the wolves at an early age, so that he could change the genetic setting and develop powers, increasing speed, body strength and the size. Therefore, he experimented with children. Since he experimented with rogues, they did not resist the shift and died.” General Ford interrupts him, saying, “How did the pup survive?”

And all around, ageing pack members mingle around, laughing and chatting with one another. “As you can see, this place is more popular with us older folks,” old man Logan explains as he brings us on a tour around the hall. “We as werewolves may age slower than the average human but at the end of the day, we are still mortals. Our regenerative healing abilities have slowed down over the years, hence the need for physiotherapies to help us with back aches, injuries and muscle sprains.” We stop in a corner where an elderly woman with snow-white hair is doing some light stretching. She stops when she sees us. “Hello Beta Laurel, hello Logan. And who are these two?”

I noticed Mom dancing with Brandon—rather closely. They were smiling, laughing, and whispering like no one else existed. I wondered when they’d finally admit their relationship. They were so cute together. Werewolves could live up to two hundred years. We grew up like any human would until we reached adulthood at eighteen. After that, our aging slowed thanks to our regenerative abilities. Mom was only forty-six, and Brandon was probably around one-twenty. A big age gap by human standards—but nothing unusual for us. They could even start a new family… though fertility was rare among older wolves.

I said. “I can give you a work out right here. Come on, baby. Stay in bed with me. I didn’t get to have late mornin’s in bed with my girl. I’m an old man. Let me have this. I’ll take you to the gym tomorrow. I promise.” Ford whined. I laughed. He wasn’t even thirty yet, and most werewolves lived to be over one hundred. Their life span was only a decade or so shorter than a demon’s.

Growls rumbled in their throats as their soulless eyes fixated on us. “I'll try to lead some of them away, get back to the main square and let them know that they have a rogue attack on their hands.” Bradford picked up a fat tree branch and held it like a baseball bat. “Don't argue and just do it.” Fur started to sprout on his skin, and his ears grew in height; the upper curves transformed into hairy points. He had a point, so I conceded. “Stay safe,” I told him, before turning around and running the way we had come.

My fingers turn into claws, my feet turn into paws and my nose turns into a snout as my entire body turns out into something different and extraordinarily furry. The rogue stands up with difficulty after I throw him in another direction. He looks shocked as I shift in front of him. Extreme pain causes me dizziness as the bones in my body overpower their joints, move and reform. New joints are made as the former ones are removed. The muscles are crushed and replaced by new ones as I no longer stand on two legs but on all fours. A howl reverberates in the air as I run to his side with an increased fervour in my body. I pounce on top of him as my claws sink into his shoulder and neck and he how

Forcing my eyes open, I try to focus on what's happening. A blur of dark fur moves with lightning speed, tearing through the rogues like they're made of paper. This new wolf is massive, easily twice the size of the largest rogue. Its fur is a deep, rich black that seems to absorb the moonlight. Muscles ripple under its coat as it moves, a testament to its power and strength.

They were pleased that I had finally experienced the joy of motherhood but also worried because Xavier was different. Typically, children couldn't manifest their wolf form until they reached the age of twenty. However, Xavier defied this belief, having already attained a wolf at such a young age. I tried to reassure myself that it might be attributed to me, but deep down, I knew it wasn't.

Kihara stuttered in a faltering voice as she didn't want to admit to the fact that she had lost as she snickered, “But yours could be different, have faith Carly, faith could move mountains.” “It won't, it will only get worse than Lucija’s, I could have sworn I saw her smirk coldly when Alpha Oswald announced me as his mate before the entire pack and she mumbled some incoherent words which I couldn't hear,” She said with an unknown liberation as she poured out her heart before Kihara as they forged through the pack house's elegant golden gates as two huge figures hovered behind them.