Werewolf Hands Novels & Stories

He let Mirovir past him and walked along his open side with the edge of his palm, and then with his fingertips. The ancient werewolf howled and stared in bewilderment at the deep wounds that had torn his side in four stripes, waited, but the skin did not think to grow together. He grinned wryly, shook his head, turned back to the enemy, but now more slowly, slowed down. Yarsi glanced down at his own hand, instead of claws, his fingers gleamed with long, curved blades shimmering in black and silver. Reflections of flames seemed to play on their surface.

When he saw his right hand reaching out, his eyes widened in disbelief and shock. The back of his hand was rapidly covered with fur! What was that? Ambrose soon recognized the fur appearing on his hand. That was wolf fur! He then recalled that his right hand had been stained with Nayla's blood before she died. Her brain had been implanted with worms, transforming her into a monster. Could it be that her blood contaminated him? Ambrose stared fixedly at his rapidly furry right hand. In the next moment, even his slender fingers began to transform. His originally slender and fair fingers mutated into sharp claws.

This was not my wolf—this came from something deeper, from me. I tested it silent and small at first, lifting a trembling hand. The werewolf captain grabbed my arm and hauled me upright. Where his bruises had been, fresh skin took their place; color returned to his cheeks as if a winter had passed. “Are you the Luna healer too?” he asked, dumbfounded. I stared at my hands—ordinary in shape, impossible in what they could do. “There’s only one way to find out.” I moved among the wounded. One by one, I laid hands on aching shoulders and shattered limbs.

He bellowed. “I am warning you, the next time that ex bitch of yours tries pushing her boobs in your face, I'm gonna pop those fake ass bastards with these!” I held up my hand and a blue light engulfed it as my fingers morphed into werewolf fingers and I extended my claws.

She cried helplessly as the shape of her bones began to change, her rib cage swelled and the bones of her legs began to arch, sharp fangs filled her mouth until she lost the ability to close it, with a sudden enlargement of her nostrils, and she began to transform. Appearing in another way. Half werewolf that it is. What you wanted from the start, that power you didn't get enough of, came at the right time. As soon as the change was complete, she lifted her head and held her chest high, and what happened after that was a strong snarl from her depths. Aleister and Kanai couldn't control the widening of their eyes, it was solemn. Aleister had never seen a werewolf of this size before, and with

I said but then quickly added, “It’s something Nick cooks up, but it heals almost anything. Put it on once a day for a week and your hand should be fine.” I didn’t want her to not use it because of not trusting us. Her hand still needed to heal and this I knew would help. Wolf medicine is not technologically more advanced than humans, it’s just been perfected over time and is far more effective with the results on both werewolves and humans. Her hand slipped as she reached for the bottle and brushed against mine. I felt a faint tingling sensation where we touched. I looked over and she had just stopped. Her hand was on the bottle but her eyes were unfocused, like she was looking a million mi

I couldn’t see how this would end, and that scared me more than anything. I lifted my hands, letting the moonlight turn them into dark outlines against the sky. Slowly my fingers lengthened into claws. Not the simple paws of a wolf, these were the claws of a werewolf. I reminded myself I wasn’t a killer. Still, I’d happily rip every royal apart if it meant keeping my family safe.

He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag. “What misunderstanding? You kidnapped and drugged me!” “No, let me explain. Please,” “Just stay away from me!” “Okay, okay, I won’t move. I’m right here,” He stands firm at his spot, showing both of his hands are empty from any weapons. His eyes seem to have changed from a slight tint of yellow to the familiar brown ones, making me wonder about the werewolves in my nightmare. The biggest wolf had his eyes. They were brown and warm.

' The woman let out another scream and then fainted while my hands shot out and hovered above the wound. Hot lava flowed from my heart to my hands and then something akin to a blue spotlight burst from my palms. I stared at my hands as though they weren't mine when a deep voice next to me whispered, 'It's alright.' I turned to those magnificent blue eyes and the werewolf gave me an encouraging nod, and we both stared at my hands as the blue light hastened the sealing of the wound. The burning in my chest rushed to my head, scalding my brain, giving me a stinging migraine, as though chastising me to let go.

And that thought automatically made me stare at his hands. Only now did I notice that the Lycan’s fur was not grey in its truest sense. It had a silver hue to it. He towered over my little werewolf body and his broad massive hands gently plucked me up from the ground as if I was a toy a toddler had left on the floor. Those hands were surprisingly gentle as he took a long whiff and held me close. My lungs ached and I was not even sure when I transformed into my human self.