How Can I Become A Werewolf Novels & Stories

I hesitated to tell her more, but it would be better if I got it all out. “Hope, there’s more,” I said. She immediately looked wary. “I know I said I was ready for your secrets, but I’m not sure I really am,” she confessed. “This one is a good one,” I said with a smile, praying that she would see it that way. She looked at me expectantly. “Werewolves get their wolf at eighteen. After that, their wolf is always looking for their mate. We mate with just one wolf, someone that the moon goddess picked for us. It’s called fated mates.”

“Complicated.” I offered him a small smile. “Very.” “How is it done? Do you have to bite them, as the lore states?” This was the question I’d been dreading, and therefore it took me much longer to respond. “No.” He waited patiently for me to continue. When I knew he wasn’t going to let up, I gave in again. “The Change is performed through an injection. Human blood has to fuse with werewolf blood in order for the process to be successful.”

I betrayed my mate, unknowingly, unwilling, and unintentionally. I could feel that wolf was trying to come out, trying to release herself from this human body but then I didn’t know how to shift into a werewolf. I kept running for a few hours without halt and was surprised by my own strength. Finally, I stopped and leaned back against a giant tree.

he sat on the bed and gestured for me to sit down too. "Lycanthrope, also known as werewolf, is a person who can shape-shift into a wolf either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction, often a bite or the occasional scratch from another werewolf. They transform into their beastly nature on the night of a full moon. Most of them get their soulmates from the age of 17 - 20. Depending on when the moon goddess had decided to pair you with a mate…." "Soul mate? Moon Goddess?" I interrupted.

My pack's name is Pearl moon pack, which is second largest pack around. Yes! You heard it right, we live in packs because we are werewolves. And No! We are not fictional or fantasy as humans consider believing. We are real. WE. EXIST. Werewolves are supernatural beings, with supernatural powers. We have this ability to transform ourselves into wolves, we are born with. We connect with our wolves once we are 12 or 13 of age, and then can transform at the age of 15 or 16. My wolves name is Ara.

My tongue feels like lead as I try to swallow down my words, my jaw involuntarily clenching. “I don’t need your food. Just let go of me already. I am not going to be your mate.” Plus, I am not one of them; a werewolf. Nevertheless, I'm aware that there exists a procedure to become one, yet I still don't feel inclined to follow through and do it. I must go back to Adolf and find his father in order to progress my quest. It's not something I have the liberty of ignoring or averting my gaze from; if my mission is truly going to be successful then those are steps that must be taken.

He seemed to be recovering, but he was still breathing hard, and his eyes were still wide. “Not long. A week-ish. But listen, Dad, I came here yesterday because a group called the Council thinks that I’m not a wolf shifter but a werewolf. People with blood like mine, blood like mom’s, can be turned into a werewolf if they’re scratched or bitten by a wolf shifter. Normally, it’s just children of wolf shifters that become shifters, but I went through a ceremony to become one. The Council doesn’t care, though. They want to hunt me down and kill me.” Jim’s eyes began to bulge again. “So how did you know to come here?”

Lily’s body trembled uncontrollably as the rogue wolf took a step forward, its claws digging into the earth. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, and before she could stop herself, a scream ripped from her throat. But the sound of her voice didn’t seem to faze the creature. Instead, it let out yet another a low, growl that sent a wave of terror crashing over her. “Lily… do not run,” her wolf’s voice was calm, but urgent, its presence inside her growing stronger. Before she could even process the words, her body began to shift, Her limbs elongated, fur sprouting across her skin as her senses sharpened, her body taking on a new form entirely.

“You’ll make a badass one. I don’t know if you already know this, but werewolves can’t get regular tattoos like humans, and seeing as our existence isn’t exactly public information, we can’t get tattoos done unless we’re going to another werewolf. This pack doesn’t have a tattooist, and most packs don’t either. There are a few tattoo artists in the city, and one in a pack not too far from here, but that’s about it. So, if you want to become one, you’ll have to be tough because you’re dealing with all sorts of werewolves who are crazy enough to subject themselves to that kind of pain, and you’ll have to be good because that’ll make you high in demand. There’s a lot involved, but that sums it

"What do you think you'll transform into this time?" His two friends laughed loudly. "A flea wolf!" "A forest rat!" "Hahaha!" Raven gritted his teeth. It hurt. Not from the push. But because they might be right. Tomorrow was a very important day. The Blood Moon Festival only happens once every five years. On that night, the moon's energy reached its peak. Teenagers who had turned eighteen would undergo a ritual to awaken their true powers. Some became Betas. Some became Gammas. A few talented ones might even become Alphas. It all depended on each werewolf's abilities.