Who Turned Scott Into A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Her traits made the men admire her and wished to be her man. Bryco Wolfords was just inside his office. He doesn't have the strength to go out at these times. He knew that this was the first full moon of the whole month. It is in the prophecy of their race that whenever the first full moon of the month comes, they will voluntarily change form and eventually become wolves. Bryco closed his eyes. Last month, it was at this time when he became a wolf. He just wondered why he didn't feel any different about himself now. In fact, it was as if the lids of his eyes would fall off due to drowsiness.

All destruction he did on his twenty-second birthday had costs a million. He was glad that only him, his dad and Reagan was there. He was so embarrassed. He didn’t know that he transformed into the Ultima wolf that time since it was also full moon. But that was the reason why he was living on a condominium right now. His mom wrote her a letter and had his condominium as a gift. Now, in front of the waiter and the menu of drinks, he just ordered a juice and told them that he’s allergic to alcohol.

“I will never surrender to filthy vampires or demons pretending to be gods. I will destroy you. I will destroy all of you!’ I frowned in confusion. She should be passed out by now. How was she able to hold out for this long? Not that it mattered. I was sure she would be unconscious any second now. Turning werewolves into blood slaves required an ancient spell that had been passed down through generations. It was rare for werewolves to break through the transformation once they reached this point of the ceremony.

“Till tomorrow, stay here. Enjoy this last night with this family because tomorrow you will have a new house and a new family.” She blinked at the softness of his tone. Was he the same man who was scaring her just now? She kept staring at his retreating figure as he left with his family. Greg silently stood behind her in her protection. Alpha Zenith didn't only leave him but almost an army of Werewolves outside the Scott mansion for the safety of his Luna. He wouldn't let any Scott hurt her again. . . “Argh!” Keroline threw the flower vase at the mirror breaking it into hundreds of shreds. She picked one and clutched it tightly making the soft skin of her hand cut and blood running on the br

"I guess I should tell you how my life was before I came here." "I thought I was their real son. They never told me I was a werewolf. I knew they were vampires but I always thought I was a late vampire. When my 16th birthday came along, I turned into my wolf, Gage. They told me about you guys. They told me how you didn't want to leave me. They even told me about Uncle Parker."

After what seems like hours, but really has only been minutes, Ash is fully transformed into a beautiful light gray, almost white wolf with a black marking on her forhead that is the shape of a half moon. (Ashs POV) I really don't remember much, other than the blinding pain I felt all over my body. I do remember hearing my very own screams, and then I heard Ricks sexy voice telling me not to fight aginst the shift. . . .Wait a damn freaking minute!! I'm a freaking werewolf! I yell in my head to myself. What everyone else heard was a low rumble of a growl. Once Star opened her eyes, I was finally able to see everything that she sees, and it is amazing.

His hand slipped, and the empty vial rolled across the floor. Priscilla’s mouth parted in disbelief. She shook her head once, twice. “No. That’s impossible.” Her voice was hoarse. “Agnes would never choose the body of a werewolf.” I arched my brow. “You mean the body of a werewolf who happens to be the fated mate of Alpha Scott?” I stepped closer. “The same girl Jace is willing to burn down this world for?” She looked stunned, lips parted, brows furrowed but still not fully convinced. “Still…” she whispered, almost to herself.

The corners of his eyes still crinkled with mirth, but it was evident that he was starting to see the logic behind my seemingly outrageous plan. Seeing Peter laugh at my joke, I couldn't help but join in. On the surface, it appeared I was just poking fun at myself, but deep down, I was being entirely serious. Ever since the last resurrection ritual, nearly all my werewolf powers had been drained, and as a result, my form had undergone a transformation—I had indeed become a small wolf dog, petite and with a coat of pure white fur. This change initially filled me with insecurity; after all, I used to be a strong, imposing white wolf, and now I had turned into something so “adorable.”

I felt every part inside of me tearing apart at the look on her face, a look of disbelief and great disappointment. "Now you all know that I am not a liar," laughed Turner. She is the one who made the blood-eyed werewolf who he is today, stronger and the greatest enemy to all mankind!" shouted Turner. "No," I shook my head. "I was only 6 when I did it, I was too young and scared to understand what I was doing," I explained to Bazaar. "Shut up!" he yelled at me. My entire body froze at his response. Turner unhands my mother.

Which would make this even more fun… I struck out and hit his jugular instead. He grabbed in and gasped. He recovered surprisingly quickly and then gave me a smirk, probably supposing it was a lucky dodge and then an even luckier attack. Scott tried to reach down to grab me again, and I sidestepped before going back to my full height. “Surround them!” Scott said to his friends, and the two men shifted into wolves in a moment. “Eliminate them first,” he commanded, and I bet he felt like a big man, even though he was the furthest from it.