Turning Into A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Zane said, but there was no hope in his voice. The term “awaken the wolf” referred to a werewolf’s first physical transformation, which happened during puberty. That transformation altered the body on a molecular level, and even otherwise fatal injuries could be healed during the process. But Grace was only five. To use a human term, it was a “Hail Mary” at best.

To conceal the truth. In the moonlit forest, Lucius lay half awake as the green eyed wolf silently approached him, his eye reflecting wisdom and empathy. The wolf's presence was mysterious as he communicated wordlessly, a plea echoing through the silent night. A feeling of dejavu hit him. The wolf seemed eeringly familiar but his senses were numb. As the moon reached it's zenith, an overwhelming sensation consumed him. His form shifted, muscles contorting as he experienced the primal transformation into a majestic werewolf.

Gina said defensively. " They are our enemy! She should be killed!" Lucas a boy who had been listening to her conversation with Sarah said as he advanced toward Elora and started to choke her. " Are you out of your mind Lucas? Leave her alone!" Gina said pulling Lucas away from Elora while Elora gasped for air. The thing was, as a thirteen-year-old, your traits as a wolf will be inactive until you turn fourteen. The only thing they were born with was strength. But once they turn fourteen instinct starts to kick in and in New Moon Pack, a werewolf's instinct was to kill humans.

I continued reading the articles. All werewolves transform into their wolves on a full moon day and howl looking at the moon as a tribute to their goddess. "I'm a shape shifter..." The image of Hades looking out of the window from the very first time we met and even last night flashed into my mind. ”And I am dismayed. Because I think that's the only way I could prove you all those things that I'm saying." I bought my hand to my mouth not wanting the gasp of fear to escape. My eyes locked into the photo of a wolf howling and behind it was the bright full moon.

The elders will do their best, through their knowledge of what they learned from me as a banshee and the limited stories they have heard. You are the second to grace their presence. Upon your eighteenth birthday, you will transform into a wolf. This transformation will be accompanied by pain as their form shifts into that of a formidable wolf. Initially, the process will be excruciating as bones realign and muscles stretch, but over time, the pain will diminish until it's no longer felt.

My heart tried to beat its way out of my chest. I forced myself to take another step. And I saw him. Lucian was gripping the chains like his life depended on it. His body was twisting, changing into something monstrous. His fingers were fully formed claws. His teeth were elongated fangs. He was turning into a werewolf. "Lucian," I muttered, my voice breaking as tears trickled down. It was barely a whisper. He turned. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, replaced with fiery, wild red. His face wasn't fully transformed, but the man I knew was slipping away.

Just run in circles, howling, destroying my flat with claws I can't control. Eventually I collapse. Exhausted, terrified, broken. I lie there for hours. Wolf body, human mind. Trapped. The transformation reverses around dawn. Just as painful as before. Bones breaking back to human shape. Fur falling out. Teeth shrinking. Forty more minutes of screaming. When it's done, I'm human again. Naked, bloody, traumatized. I lie on my kitchen floor and cry. I'm a werewolf. That's my life now. I turn into a monster. I'll keep turning every full moon. I'll lose control. Might hurt people. Might kill.

“Alpha, I’ll apologize later. Please I beg of you. Turn her. Make her into one of us. Save my little sister!” My eyes fall on the unconscious girl on the couch. The collar of her pink shirt is stained with blood and three claw marks are on her abdominal area, exposing the wounds and skin. “Wait… Turn her?” I ask Valerie who returns to her place right beside me. Valerie nods, her eyes gazing at the two who are conversing seriously. “Like the vampires, werewolves can turn humans into one of them, too. The only difference is, vampires must feed their blood to the intended person and kill them to turn them into fledglings. Werewolves have a different process. Observe.” She cocks her head to the

The thought itself made my stomach churn. El was theoretically the only person I could tell, but how would she react to me being a werewolf? I still wasn’t fully convinced she was human, but if she was one of my kind, she definitely hadn’t transitioned yet. Most werewolves go through the transition ceremony at twelves years old. There's a specific, ancient ceremony that draws out your wolf and allows you to finally be able to shift. Without it, you're essentially still human, but your scent would still be that of a wolf.

Humphrey looked perplexed, rightfully so. A human completing the shift to become a werewolf has never happened before, well at least not in their lifetime. The process of becoming a werewolf was considered the most painful one. It was even more painful for a human to turn into a werewolf since their DNA wasn't designed to be one.