Morph X Wolverine Novels & Stories

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.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I peeked around the rock. There, sprawled on the ground, was Trix Wilshire. Yes, Trix Wilshire, the bane of my existence since preschool. But this wasn’t the Trix I knew. This Trix wasn’t sporting his usual smirk and perfectly styled hair. He was injured, his face contorted in pain. And he was… changing? His bones twisted, popping unnaturally. Fur sprouted from his skin, replacing his clothes. His teeth grew into fangs, his nails into claws. In a horrifying display of transformation, the guy was morphing into a monstrous wolf just like the one before him.

“That's it. Your healing has already kicked in.” Mitch started to regain some strength as Gus began to emerge. Unfortunately, the red-haired man was in full wolf form. His wolf was huge and scary, but its crimson fur was unique; full and shiny. His sharp canines dripped clear, thick saliva as he padded closer towards Mitch. Gus was almost fully out. The red wolf raised his right paw and sliced Mitch across his face. The wound burned like acid. Mitch ducked another blow. Mitch was fully transformed into his big, black-furred wolf. Even though the red wolf was bigger than him, Gus was still a beautiful sight. His muscles were big and define, and his canines were almost as big as the red wolf's

Then I heard snapping, and my eyes went to Xavier, who was now crouched on the floor. I watched in horror as his face wrinkled into an expression of pain as his entire body convulsed forward. He bent down, and his shoulder blades snapped and jutted upward as his rib cage broke and pushed out against the skin on the other side of his body. Dark fur sprouted from his arms and neck, and he yelled out in pain. He gave a loud painful growl before transforming into a snarling black wolf. His red eyes connected with mine, and he charged towards me.

“Do me a favor and handle this will you?” Ares bowed gently and Arnold walked back into the crowd. The rogues sensed there was no way out and their form changed, making Arnold halt in his steps. “What sorcery is this?” Arnold asked, facing the snarling rogues, baring their fangs. They turned into wolves but bigger, having a human-like build but morphed into wolves and beastly figures like Lycans. Only the Alphas could be that size and where they were with their size increased drawing dear from

I nodded. “They were werewolves but different.” Marcus recalled. He pushed the remote in his hand and the projector flicked to an image of a man standing on two feet but furred and lager. His fingers ended in long curved claws and his eyes were red and his teeth were sharp and gnarly. “What am I looking at?” Xena asked in disgust. “You are looking at a variant of a werewolf from another world. They do not fully transform like us and they retain their sapient form.” Marcus revealed.

I was sure he was paying attention to every word of our conversation. “What do you make of the fire?” Xavier asked from my other side. Right. The flames pouring out of my clawed fingertips. It had obviously been magic. Wolf shifters didn’t have that kind of magic, only whatever mysterious power that allowed them to morph forms, have heightened senses, strength, and speed.

“Kill me if I lose it.” The bones underneath his skin began to crack and shift around. Vincent groaned in pain as he shifted into his aggressive wolf. The transformation seemed painful, but when Vincent stepped out in his wolf form, Cohen and Liam were shocked by his appearance. Vincent was born as an Alpha wolf, just like Cohen and Brandon. Alpha wolf shared the same appearance, which was a black wolf and larger than a normal wolf. Their attributes might be different from one another, but the appearance stayed the same.

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

Austin held up a finger in warning, mainly pointing at the twins, his eyes flashing the silver of Jax for a moment. I didn’t watch my son shift. I was watching the Carlisle family and their reactions. The twins were enraptured as my son’s bones cracked and twisted, his human body morphing until he went from standing on one leg to three paws. Unlike the average wolf, a werewolf is naturally more enormous. Jax is intermediate in size for our pack. As the shift was complete, Jax shook out his fur, silver eyes looking at me. From what I know about Jax’s personality, he’s a rational version of my son but just as blunt. I’m sure he’d have much to say if I could still use the link.