How Can You Turn Into A Wolf Novels & Stories

Darn! The wolf turned its big head toward me, ears up. I crawled back to stick to the tree and covered my mouth with my hand. They said wolves could hear a beating heart from a good distance. If they did, my heart surely sounded like a rampant drum. The huge wolf sniffed the air and lowered its head. I held my breath when I saw it arch its back. It trembled from head to tail. The fur shortened and got lighter, turning into human skin before my stunned eyes. It rose on its hind legs and straightened up fully transformed into a man.

I rushed out of my clothes without a thought of self-consciousness and then I rubbed my palms together, rocking on the balls of my feet. “What now? How do I shift?” I closed my eyes, waiting for the instructions. It was supposed to be something like imagining it right? Imagine yourself as a wolf and then you shift. ‘Yes, that’s it,’ my wolf confirmed and then an image of a snow-white wolf with icy blue eyes that could captivate the strongest of hearts, similar to the ones I had now, flashed in my head. I held on to that image and imagined myself turning into that wolf.

Time was of the essence, and I couldn't afford to delay. When my legs began to slow, unable to keep up with the urgency of the situation, I quickly shifted, letting my wolf take the lead. With a deep breath, I embraced the transformation, letting my human form shift into that of my wolf. Fur sprouted, bones realigned, and my senses sharpened. It was a thrilling, yet surreal experience.

I said with a smile. Before departing the room, she respectfully bowed to both of us. We then savored a meal together, engaging in open conversation about the upcoming two weeks. Starting tomorrow, I am set to undergo my official introduction to the pack. Maximus will mark me, initiating the transformative process that will turn me into a wolf.The transformation from human to wolf is an incredibly demanding procedure. It requires much more time than just a few hours; it can take up to an entire two days.

I watched with anticipation, knowing that soon it would be my turn. As the moonlight bathed my body, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. My skin tingled, and a wild thrill danced within me. With a rush of power, I transformed into my wolf form, my silver fur glistening under the moon's enchanting gaze. I joined the others, embracing the freedom and strength that came with being a wolf.

I ask, resting my arms on my one knee. "Mister Michael." He says with a soft tone. "I'm struggling to transform. I have only been able to do it once. After that I can't anymore." "You will get the hang of it. Some pups are just late bloomers. You just need to tap into your inner wolf. Tap into the wolf you want to be." I say while tapping my chest. "What do you mean by that?" He asks, staring at the ground in embarrassment. "You need to imagine yourself as the strongest wolf. A wolf that can do anything. To transform is all about your mindset. If you imagine yourself as the strongest wolf, it will get easier to transform. Trust me." I say, placing my hand on his little shoulder. "Now try it.

“So, someone doesn’t have to be born into being a werewolf?” “No. Usually, if you’re bitten by a werewolf, if you don’t get the blood out fast enough, the werewolf will turn. Although now, the only way you can turn someone is if they ask, have proven their loyalty to the pack and want to be, or if they’re your mate. And even then…they still have to ask.” “To be someone’s mate?” Oliver shook his head. “If you want to be turned.” I frowned. “Too bad I’m not actually human like I thought…”

If only I could meet my younger self and slap her, to wake her up from those delusions. I stood up from the ground. My tear-filled eyes locked onto the moon. Then, I felt my inner wolf stir, urging me to shift. My instincts took over. I let go of myself completely and surrendered to the desire. Slowly, my bones cracked painfully, each shift making my body feel as if it were being torn apart. Muscles stretched and expanded, forcing me to bite my lip to stifle the pain. Despite the discomfort, I kept going. I pushed through the agony until I morphed fully into my wolf form.

I longed to transform, to let my wolf form take over and run away from it all. With a shaky breath, I allowed the transformation to begin. My bones shifted, my muscles contorted, and my body morphed into that of a wolf. It was a painful but familiar process—one that brought a measure of solace. As my wolf self, I felt stronger, more in control.

"Hi Uncle Leo. I need help with my wolf. She has been screaming at me all day." He held the door open. "Come in my dear one. Let's talk." "Thank you Uncle Leo. I think I need to learn how to shift. But my wolf doesn't want to. I think she would be happier with a physical form. But I'm afraid if I give her control, she will run away." "My dear one, I will teach you how to reassert control first so she can't run away." Uncle Leo said. "Have you been practicing your meditation?"