Werewolf Hands Novels & Stories

He grabbed the man and threw him again, sending him flying half- way across the room. Caspian approached the man who whimpered on the ground. The sight of him, armless and bleeding profusely only made Caspian even more angry. Werewolves had extreme healing abilities, but with both of his arms gone, the man looked very pitiful. Fear swirled in his eyes as he looked up at Caspian who approached him. The fear trickled down his spine making his throat go dry and his eyes popped out of their sockets. He trembled visibly as Caspian grabbed him and hoisted him above the ground again, making him stare right into Caspian's dark eyes. It seemed like there was no humanity left in them as he snarled

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

He grabbed my hands and angrily banged them on the ground, it might be an illusion but the effect seemed too real. They were laughing at me while my forehead bleeds. I am not one to quickly get aroused in anger, but that instantly got me pissed off. It was so annoying that I grabbed one of the people using a crutch and pierced it right into the eyes of the man that orchestrated everything. Immediately the laughter ceased. And they were all enraged by my actions. " Oh! You are so dead" Said one the lady as she extended her hands to grab me, I shifted and she falls on the ground, and I used that as an opportunity to killed her finally tapping into my Werewolf powers. ..

Screams erupt from her mouth. Her hands had huge claws on the ends of them, her face stretched into a snout as her eyes became a solid onyx. Fur sprouted along parts of her body, her arms and her legs. Her ears were smaller than a normal werewolf’s and were pinned back, close to her head.

I must have offspring. "Stop, I don't want to hurt you. Return to your human form.” Instead of retreating, I heard the wolf's moans getting louder. However, I could see that if she was hesitant to attack me, she defended herself so I wouldn't touch her. To deal with something like this, I, of course, need to make threats, too. I approached the gray-furred wolf and placed my hands in front of her. I summoned the wildness within me, and slowly, my hands turned into terrible Lycan hands with long, black, and pointed nails.

The werewolf elders on the island often mended fishing nets, which was part of my learning. Lucian often went out fishing with the people from the village. Sometimes it would take them days before going back. Their boats were always filled with all kinds of fish every time. In the glow of the setting sun, I noticed something wrong with his hand. "You're hurt?" I asked nervously. He subconsciously hid his hand behind his back, his voice deep. "I'm fine." I didn't buy it. I pulled his hand in front of me. He was a werewolf. Thanks to his great self-healing ability, he recovered faster than the ordinary.

I said in sarcasm and that was when I noticed the two maids start to withdraw and when I looked towards him again, his eyes had become darker and even scarier and looking towards his hands, I couldn’t find the human fingers that had been there earlier, they were now claws. He was a werewolf!

I let my eyes remain closed, eager to see what they would come up with. I could sense something heading for me and immediately caught it. My eyes flew open to see the blonde's monstrous hands. It was bigger and more hairy than that of a normal wolf and certainly stronger. Her claws sank into my hands and I let her go immediately. I sat up, a smirk playing on my lips as she massaged her wrists. "Now, what kind of weirdo are you?" I asked.

My knuckles stung with each impact, but I pushed through the pain, fueled by an indomitable will. With a calculated maneuver, I managed to sweep the werewolf off its feet, sending it crashing to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, I straddled its massive form, pinning it down with all my strength. My hands wrapped around its throat, squeezing with unyielding determination. The werewolf thrashed beneath me, its claws raking against my arms. But I held firm, my grip unrelenting. I could feel the primal rage emanating from its eyes, but I met its gaze with unwavering resolve.

The expressions etched on the faces of those around me became discernible, their unspoken words silently articulated through the subtle movements of their lips. In this altered state, I witnessed the transformation of my own hands, my fingers elongating and curving into razor-sharp claws. They radiated a vivid hue of crimson, akin to the ferocious talons of a majestic red wolf. It was an embodiment of my inner strength and the ancestral ties that bound me to the MoonWar legacy. Caught in a bewildering mix of awe and exhilaration, I marveled at the primal power that coursed through me. In this extraordinary moment, I had become something more than human, an embodiment of the wolf's ferocity a