Weredog Transformation Novels & Stories

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.

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

I was crying, begging her not to make me go inside, but she wasn't listening. "It's just for a little while," she'd said. "Just until you turn." But it hadn't been a little while. It had been hours. Days. Months. And when she finally let me out, Dr. Petrov was waiting with his black bag and his cold metal instruments and those awful herbs that made my bones feel like they were breaking from the inside out. The forced transformation. The way my body had twisted and changed before it was ready. The agony of shifting as a kid when most werewolves didn't have their first shift until they were at least sixteen. The strange herbs that were supposed to help but only made everything worse.

My legs transformed next, my feet morphing into paws, my knees reversing. My face elongated, my jaw expanding, my teeth sharpening into fangs. My skin was now a thick, silvery fur, glistening in the moonlight. I was no longer human. I was a wolf. The alphas froze, shocked, as I transformed before their eyes. I let out a final, ear piercing howl, and then I was gone, running into the night with no control over my actions. The silvery moonlight illuminated my path, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape as I disappeared into the darkness.

Logan shouted, looking at me with a serious look. “Let me go there, Emma. I can help him,” he said in a low voice, but I could feel the nervousness behind his words. Before I could say anything else, Adolf quickly transformed into a werewolf. He roared once more, and the wolves around him fled in fear. The sight of this transformation shocked me, and I felt like the whole world had stopped. “What happened?” I whispered, unable to believe what I had just seen. Adolf, now in his werewolf form, was still standing in the middle of the cage, and his gaze was one of helplessness. “Adolf!” I shouted again, trying to reach out to him. “We’re here! Come back to me!”

"And I'm sure I don't have enough time or emotion to kill Uncle Leon's bat. It is ridiculous." The old Leon howled again, his eyes red, the tears down made everyone who looked at him give birth to mercy, "You are a new practitioner, so you do not know, the transmitting bats can receive information with images before 15S. Before it dies, it is likely to record the final footage of the person who killed it. And you're the one; there's nothing to deny." "Did you know that werewolves' transformative magic can change shape into anyone if they want to? It's impossible to rule out the possibility that someone did so," Hana argued.

He roared, the way I have never seen him before. His eyes were a little bit red and his teeth clenched tightly together. He was fuming in rage and in anger. A bit of fear was crawling up my veins. I have never seen Adrian this way before. A thought came across my mind. And a jolt of fear shot out my spine. I wanted to stand up and run. It seems my mind was telling me the truth. Adrian was trying to transform and that is into his wolf form. I have read about werewolves and figured out they transformed when they were very furious and burning in rage.

"It's Kaelira." The wolf froze. A shudder ran through his entire frame, a ripple of agony that seemed to move under his skin. Then, the shift began. Kaelira couldn't look away, even as her stomach churned. It was more violent than the others. Zayden’s transformation looked like a battle with himself. He fell to his knees as his human form took shape, his hands clawing at the earth, his back arching in a silent scream. When it was over, he slumped forward, his forehead resting against the damp moss. He was human again, but he looked broken.

“Werewolves (Lycanthropes): Shapeshifters capable of human-wolf transformation. Common traits: Enhanced strength, heightened senses, territorial behavior, pack hierarchy. Transformation triggers: Full moon (myth), emotional stress (documented), physical contact with mate (rare).” I stop breathing when I read that last part, physical contact with mate, and I scroll down quickly, looking for more information, and there’s a whole section about them. “Mate?” I whisper to myself, and the word feels wrong in my mouth and no, absolutely not, there’s no way I’m anyone’s mate, especially not Mr Blackwood’s because that would be a joke of the highest order.

The cry of a baby echoed in the room, but Tren merely looked at the child before taking the blood of the she-wolf he killed and drinking it without hesitation. A minute passed and the bones in his body started to emit crackling sounds with his flesh squirming and changing shape along with his hair growing long and with a brown shade. Tren’s tall and slender body suddenly changed into a smaller and thin one as he changed to an exact replica of the she-wolf that is lying lifeless on the floor.