Monstrous Wolf Novels & Stories

"It was fun watching you making a fool of yourself." I rolled my eyes, blocking him. That's the only thing I can do. I would've really punched him if he were a person. "That would be like punching yourself. Remember, we share the same body." I thought I blocked him. Guess I didn't. He owns my consciousness so... this wolf doesn't go by rules. I clapped hands to get their attention, "Alright, werewolves. I have something to tell you all." Janice gasped, "Wait, you really are constipated?"

The wolf staring back at me was enormous. Not normal enormous. Terrifying enormous. Black fur mixed with silver streaks glowing faintly beneath the moonlight while storm clouds subtly formed overhead without warning. “What the fuck,” I whispered mentally. Stormy sounded deeply proud. “Beautiful right?” “You look illegal.” “We look magnificent.” I stared at my reflection completely stunned. No wonder Stormy acted insane all the time. This wolf looked like something ancient kingdoms would absolutely worship or fear. Probably both. Then Stormy’s voice softened slightly. “So,” he asked quietly. “What now?”

Their forms melted together, a grotesque melding of muscle, bone, and fur until they became something monstrous—a towering wolf-like creature, massive and horrific, its fur black as the void, its eyes burning with unnatural red fire. The fusion of the Overlord and his mate was a monstrous abomination, far larger than any natural wolf, its presence suffocating. The ground withered beneath its feet, and a dark miasma spread from its body, corrupting the very air around it. The dark magic coursing through them was palpable, and every fiber of my being screamed that this was a force unlike any we had ever faced.

Like whoever—or whatever—left them had just vanished. I barely had time to process it before, A growl. Loud. Close. Right behind me. I turned slowly, every hair on my body standing on end. And there it was. A monster. It was a wolf—but wrong. Massive, grotesque, its fur matted with something dark and foul. Its eyes gleamed with pure hunger. Its lips curled, revealing rows of jagged, yellow teeth dripping with thick, slimy drool. Its claws;sharp enough to tear through flesh—rose high, ready to strike.

Standing tall and menacing, his brown and white fur bristled as he bared his fangs at Bruce. Bruce roared in response, fully embracing his beast. His body twisted grotesquely as his half-transformed state gave way to a monstrous wolf form. His light brown fur, marred by a large black patch across his back, shimmered under the dim light as his glowing amber eyes narrowed with bloodlust. Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack.

Before she could say more Tristan whistled to let everyone know the class was about to start. “Welcome everyone. You are here today because you will turn 21 this year. At the age of 21 everyone is developed enough to transform into wolf form. For some, it will automatically happen on their birthday. For others, it takes some more effort. Sometimes exercises like meditation can help to find your inner wolf and on rare occasions, a traumatic event is needed. It can happen that the wolf needs to be triggered because of a traumatic event in the past. But no need to worry about that because only 5 percent of the wolves have problems transforming. Today we will talk about the transformation itself

Not without the moon goddess at his command! “Oi, free up some Lassie, we're not bad wolves you know? Only a little ugly no?” The boulder of a wolf with one sunken eye and the other the size of a beach ball in his frog-like head cooed and I gaped at him like he had gone mad. The monster had to be the one they called Eagle eye. The Pink-eyed monster’s right-hand man. A shiver of trepidation straightened my spine as the memory of the beast’s mangled face reared in my mind until I’d stomped it out.

“He’s dying.” The words echoed through the tunnel. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The monstrous wolf stood before us, golden eyes gleaming. Behind him, dozens of nightmare creatures watched silently. Waiting. Judging. My pulse hammered. The First Wolf. Dying? Impossible. The creature who terrified gods. Who created wolves. Who held the first monsters prisoner. How could something like that die?

She fixed her gaze on the monster that had shattered the stone ground. It was a dark brown half-wolf beast, twice the size of an ordinary werewolf. Its muscles bulged like solid rock, and sickly black mist seeped out from beneath its fur. Its eyes held no trace of reason, drowned entirely by frenzied scarlet. It was Bruno, Beta of the Blackrock Wolf Clan and Kaelen’s most trusted right-hand man. Thick dark poison coiled around his wolf claws. Where the venom dripped onto the dark red stone slabs, smoking pits burned into the surface.

The three of them hugged each other in the end. In the doorway, there was a monster with black hair, claws and sharp fangs, and a pair of bright red eyes. The beast roared toward the three of them with a hungry look. Jedaaar! Lightning struck the fir tree. The light illuminates the monster's figure in the form of a giant wolf with a thin body. The wolf seemed to be made of a series of bones and rough black fur. Saliva dripped from its long jaw. "Leader of darkness, help us!" cried the farmer's wife in despair as the wolf jumped and pounced on her.