Tyler Turning Red Fan Art Novels & Stories

I had never forgotten that moment, and it had made me question whether I wanted to be associated with Tyler's pack. Tyler's transformation was terrifying. I had seen him change before, but this time was different. His eyes were no longer the deep blue I was used to seeing; they were now a bright, fiery red that seemed to burn with anger. His teeth had sharpened, and his muscles were bulging, making him look larger and more menacing than ever before. I also recalled some people talking about how fierce and ruthless Tyler could be. People compared him to Alpha Liam because he was once his beta and learned things from him.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

Tarr responded with a smirk. There was silence for a few seconds. I watched. Tyler looked around the glass box in curiosity. It was all peaceful until his eyes widened and he started to cough. “What’s…this?!” He yelled as his pale skin slowly started to change color. It turned into a shade of flaming red. He punched the glass wall with whatever strength he had left, but when he realized that he couldn’t break it, I saw real fear in his eyes. “P-please, stop it! This is—” He couldn’t speak as blood started to run down his eyes, nose and mouth.

If Bea and Riel are a thing, and now you two start too—my single heart is not ready! [+1] [+2] [+3] [+4] [+5] [+6] [Tyler]: Guys! It’s not like that! I was just saying! [Dan]: So that is your type, huh? [Tyler]: Whatever. I’m going back to work. [Karina]: Don’t be mad, Ty. But you’re bright red right now. Who wants a picture? [Dan]: Raises hand on behalf of Midori!

“I didn’t steal her.” The redhead’s pacing becomes more agitated. The gathered males mutter to each other, glowering in our direction. They look like the illustrations of ferals in the Moon Lake Academy textbooks—long, wild hair, lengthened fangs that dent their lower lips, furry chests, and wolfish ears and tails.

She was already composed and the red tint of her ears and cheeks was already gone as if it had never existed in the first place. 'Aw,' Tyler thought. 'What a shame.' If Althea happens to hear what he was thinking, surely, she will not only have red cheeks and ears but from toes to head, will be colored with flaming red. Her head might even let out some steam. But unfortunately for Tyler, she isn't a mind reader, nor a psychic.

Blotchy, bright, and red. It’s my mark,” Tyler said, gripping my waist tightly and tugging me to him. With his index finger, he tucked some hair behind my ear to show the mark off to the other guys. Tyler looked at Asher, challenging him, and growled lowly, “If you have something to say about it, fucking say it.” After shooting up from the couch, Asher forcefully took my chin in his rough hand and pulled it to the side to get a better look at my mark. A low and feral growl escaped his lips. “I don’t have shit to say about it. It’s just …”

"If you break her heart my boys and I will ride up on you." "Tyler I have seen your so called boys. First I would like to point out they are all eight years old like you, one is scrawny has glasses as thick as binoculars and is about half the height of most kids your age, the other looks as if he would be winded after throwing his first punch and Art- "Art is our enforcer." Tyler said looking at Collen straight laced with his eyes wide. It felt as if he were saying. 'We are crazy! Try us bro!'

My face flushes 10 different shades of red, but Tyler is quick, and slowly starts to lead me away from the group of boys. “We’ll catch you later.” He calls to them, “We are gonna go get some drinks.” And just like that, he whisked me away toward the kitchen where there seems to be something crazy happening. When we step into the space, there’s a small crowd of people standing in a misshapen circle cheering on a guy as he takes a shot glass from between a girl's breasts. She giggles as he keeps his hands on her thighs, but takes the glass in his mouth and shoots it back. She has a lime wedge between her teeth and when she takes the shot glass from his mouth he leans forward and pries the citr

“Alright, let’s get into the fun stuff. The fans want to know the real you. Tyler, let’s start with you. What is Flora’s most annoying habit that you somehow find interesting?” The question caught me completely off guard. We hadn't rehearsed this. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at Tyler, praying he wouldn't freeze. Tyler paused, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked directly at the camera. “She enjoys wearing my game-worn hockey jerseys,” he said, his voice smooth and entirely serious. “And then she dresses up like a giant, angry grizzly bear and growls at me from the kitchen until I make her breakfast. It’s…strangely terrifying, but interesting.”