Werewolf Being Human Novels & Stories

James scrubbed his skin until it was pink and tender. How the hell did he manage to get so dirty last night? He shut off the shower and grabbed a towel hanging on the wall. Werewolves were not too different from most humans. The wolf influenced them, but it was nothing a little willpower and self-control couldn’t handle. All werewolves have to shift during the full moon and the balance between wolf and human tipped to the wolf’s advantage.

It would have been an easy feat for him. The werewolf came back and walked towards her slowly, carefully, as though each step it took would drive a wooden stake through her heart. When the werewolf finally reached where she sat in utter fear and confusion, the image of the werewolf transformed into that of a human. Walking into the moonlight from the window, she recognized the man standing in front of her with outstretched arms and a sad smile. He was crying. He was... 'Wake up you whore! You think I'm going to let you sleep off on me again?! Nah… I'm going to make you work now.'

I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. The man's body convulsed and twisted, bones audibly cracking and reshaping. It was a transformation unlike anything I had ever seen before. In a matter of seconds, the man turned into a massive, dark-furred Beta werewolf. His size was awe-inspiring, and his eyes blazed with predatory intensity, sending shivers down my spine. The room seemed small compared to his imposing presence, and an unsettling energy filled the air.

Peering through the leaves, my eyes widened in astonishment at the scene unfolding before me. A figure emerged from the dense bush, their silhouette was towering and muscular. My breath hitched as I recognized the shape of a man, a human. But there was something off, something wild in his stance and movements. Suddenly, in a swift, fluid motion, the man's body contorted and expanded, his limbs elongating and thickening. Before my eyes, he transformed into a towering, majestic werewolf, his fur as dark as the night sky.

They had to be joking, they're just trying to scare me. "That's impossible. Werewolves are born with their wolves and only death can separate them. You're just trying to scare me but I won't fall for it. You can't take away my wolf." I fired back in anger. These people are really starting to piss me off. "It was impossible but you should never underestimate Vampire magic, we don't take our foes lightly. After many years of studying and experimenting, we've finally done it. We've come up with a way to separate a werewolf from its inner wolf, making the person a mere human." The first man revealed.

With a sigh, I yielded, undressing quickly, and letting my wolf win by transforming. In an instant, I shifted, my form melding from human to the magnificent white wolf that was my other half. The freedom that came with the shift was reliving. The transformation from a human into a werewolf was a breathtaking yet agonizing journey that I was all too familiar with. It always began with an unsettling sense of restlessness as the moon's influence became more pronounced. My heart quickens, echoing the rapid pace of my racing thoughts, and my senses sharpen to an almost overwhelming degree.

He doesn't know that it was a happy shaking. Jermaine orders the guards to immediately remove Rohan and his people from the area to the dungeon. While everyone was moving, I glanced at Rohan's condition, who had not yet returned to his human form. A werewolf will regenerate faster when she or he is in its human form. If he continues to be in that situation, I'm afraid his recovery process will be slow even though he has Alpha blood in his body.

Rosalind answered with a smile. Laura's eyes widened, her face pale. "You are,” she faltered, “one of them," she whispered, her gaze darting between Rosalind and the darkness beyond the doorway. "Tristan, my Tristan,” she hesitated, then continued, “he's one of them too, isn't he?" Rosalind nodded, her expression softening. "Yes, Laura. We are werewolves. But we are not monsters. We are still human, still ourselves, just,” she shrugged and added, “ we are more."

"Wait, I am confused. If Grayson's biological dad is human and you were human at the time, how is Grayson a hybrid?" "Well, he was never a human. My angel powers laid dormant until I found Derric. So even if I didn't meet Derric Grayson would still have bee an angel. When Derric marked me it changed my baby and made him a werewolf. It all worked out in the end. I was just lucky." "I'll say. It still is amazing. Grayson's future is bright. He will be able to do, so much more than any mere werewolf."

she said but the wolf wines. She looked at him. He turned back into his human. “You? You were the wolf and the human?” She asked, scared. “I was a wolf but when you have gone sick I asked the moon goddess to help to cure you. She turned me into a human” The first cycle has developed his speaking skills. She ran towards him and hugged him. They were first mated wolves. He unexpectedly turned her into a werewolf when he marked her. Together they had a beautiful baby boy. Thus the werewolf race began. Canis lupus was a direct descendant of the very first werewolf.