Who Turned Scott Into A Werewolf Novels & Stories

He was also the one who shouted wildly and his body was shaking uncontrollably. Hiss~ Everyone took a deep breath then turned to where the loud noise came from. There, they saw a person lying unconscious on the ground just below the wall with a deep cracks. “Gilbert!” The only wolf left to defend Sebastian from Broderick shouted loudly. Gilbert was the Delta of their pack and also his brother. Seeing him unconscious made him unable to contain his anger. “I won't forgive you!” To revert a wolf back to human form without his free will was only possible if one received severe injuries that made him unable to maintain his transformation. At such Breitbart, Gamma of the Golden Hound Pack assumed

Adrenaline pumps through my veins and I’m breathing heavily as it starts to become real – it’s happened. I’ve finally found someone like me. Or rather they found me. “Well, ain’t that just…shit Wills. I can’t believe but I also can believe what I’m seeing.” Dad mutters beside me, watching the wolf shift into a man. After so many years it feels unreal that we are about meet another me. “You can turn around now – he’s decent - well decent enough.” My eyes close and I take a deep breath – I’m almost scared to turn around and find out that I have dreamed the whole thing up. I turn slowly, eyes still closed, hands clutching the counter for support and then slowly open first one and then both of m

Her Dad and the rest was fuzzy. “Dude, what the…” a male voice was saying from the living room, when a sound that seemed like a punch, shut him up. In one swift motion, she was up. She looked at her dressing. She was still in her skinny jeans and leather jacket. The one she wore when she returned the previous day. Werewolves were blessed with super hearing, super speed, fast healing. In another swift motion, she was at the door of her living room. The room was a mess. Broken furnitures, broken glasses, splatters of blood. Some fractures of woods sticking out from the wall.

Chloe, surrounded by the support of her loved ones, embraced the transformative journey that awaited her. The ritual was a dance between realms, a merging of mortal and supernatural forces. As the incantations echoed through the night, Chloe felt the ancient power surge within her, intertwining with the essence of the werewolf. The boundaries blurred, and in a moment of breathtaking transcendence, Chloe's mortal form underwent a profound transformation. When the ritual concluded, Chloe stood before her companions—a werewolf, yet uniquely herself. The moonlit glow illuminated her form, and a newfound strength coursed through her veins. The process had not erased her humanity; instead, it had

My brother froze on the spot, reading her expression and knowing what it meant. His anger could no longer be contained by his human form. Not caring that he was in front of Alpha Council elders, not caring about protocol or propriety, he let his wolf surface. The transformation was partial but terrifying—his eyes turned golden, his teeth elongated into fangs, and claws sprouted from his fingertips. The menacing presence that radiated from him made every wolf in the courtyard instinctively back away. Celeste tried to scramble backward, but there was nowhere to go. He stepped on her chest, pinning her to the ground, then began punching her again and again.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

Scott replied respectfully. "Get my car." I told him and he walked forward while I stood still for a while before following after her. Scott said something about poisoning, A werewolf is allergic to every poison apart from one. Wolfsbane. This was getting complicated. With that thought, I walked out of my mansion and soon, Scott arrived with the car. Without another word, I entered and he drove towards the Hospital.

“Let me show our poor Luna how it’s done.” Liam didn’t stop her. He only stood firm, eyes sharp. Alyssa closed her eyes briefly, her body beginning to tremble. A soft cracking sound followed the reshaping of bones. Silvery-black fur pushed through her skin. Within seconds, her elegant figure was replaced by a large she-wolf, her eyes gleaming under the moonlight. I stumbled back, stunned. It seemed so effortless for her, as though it meant nothing.

The next thing that happened was when I found myself lying on the ground covered in blood. And my eyes enlarged when the scent of the blood was not mine but Scott's. So, I shortly checked my chest if I got wounded by Ghino's claws. There's none. Then, I dragged my eyes back to Scott as my eyes saw how deep the penetration was when a few drops of blood got ejected from his body while removing Ghino's hands from him. Scott turned around, ignored those drops of blood coming out of his chest, and pointed his sharp gaze at Victor. Knowing what Scott could do, Victor stepped back and shifted into a wolf. A huge terrifying wolf. It was my first time seeing him transformed into a gigantic wolf.

“You tore up the courtyard, scared everyone half to death… and all you can say is ‘sorry’?” “I—I didn’t mean to,” the werewolf stammered. “During the full moon… I don’t remember—” “That’s pathetic,” the bully snapped. The shadows tightened. The boy gasped. I started forward. “Lyra—we need to—” “No need,” Lyra said, pointing. A hand grabbed the bully’s wrist from behind. Scott. His grip was calm. Firm. Deadly. “Let him go,” Scott said. The shadows vanished instantly, the werewolf collapsing to the ground. He scrambled away, terrified.