Woman Turns Into Werewolf Novels & Stories

she snarled and immediately morphed into a large wolf, kicking over the furniture. “But they didn’t send me,” I continued, speaking as fast as my heart was beating rapidly behind my chest, “those snobbish, self-righetous elders wouldn’t condescend to interfering into the war. It’s just like you said, this war needs to stop, and if the people at the top positions wouldn’t do it, then it’s up to us.” She relaxed. It was amazing how she’d transform from an old woman to a ferocious predator, and back to an old woman just within a matter of seconds. Ramona was right, werewolves are not to be underestimated, no matter how weak they seem to be.

He opened his mouth so that his sharp fangs peeked out as if they had been sharpened. “Urrrrrrgh!” he growled. He stared angrily at the woman staring at him. He thought there was no one in that place. Not only that, but he was wrong because the woman in front of him now must have seen his face before he transformed into a wolf. His breathing sounded so deep that it made the woman tremble completely. He closed his eyes for a moment. After opening his eyes, he saw the whole shape of the woman. The woman's tears crossed down her face as she looked up at him. She also paled, perhaps with fear that prevailed in herself.

But before I could, the werewolf took a step forward, sniffing the air, its ears twitching in recognition. Then, as if a veil of hostility had been lifted, the wolf's posture changed. The growl softened, replaced by something almost… gentle. The golden eyes, which had held a warrior’s fierceness, softened into something more profound. The wolf just looked at us, though, it focused on me the most, and before my eyes, it began to shift. Bones cracked, limbs shortened, and fur receded, giving way to the form of a woman, tall, regal, and breathtakingly familiar.

He had to do this, he was compelled to mate whether he consciously wanted to or not. If he didn't give in, he wouldn't be able to control himself and the results could be much worse. While most people thought it was the moon that caused a werewolf to shift form, Jacob had learned through talking to other werewolves that it was in fact the hormonal changes that women underwent during ovulation that stimulated the change.

That thought instantly made my wolf snarl and shake its head at that moment, trying to get the thought out of its head. "Well, I am where I want to be," the woman scoffed, as she started to walk over closer to Rameric once more. My wolf was not going to stand for it this time and lunged forward. I was surprised as my wolf managed to bite down on her wrist and sling her backward down the hall. She landed on the floor as she rolled right toward where the other men were still standing. As young as I was, I was shocked at the force my wolf made in a simple turn of her neck making the woman move away from my mate. When she stopped rolling she grasped her wrist, screaming out in pain. All of a sud

Amelia's body contorted violently, her limbs elongating and thick fur rippling across her skin. Her face stretched into a long snout, fangs glinting as she let out an anguished howl. She fell forward onto all fours, her hands now giant paws with razor-sharp claws. Gabriel watched in stunned silence as the woman he loved completed her transformation into a massive dire wolf. She was easily five feet tall at the shoulder, with eyes that glowed an eerie yellow.

He ran to my side, his hand finding mine. “Whatever happens,” he said, his eyes fierce. “We stay together.” The light from the altar grew until it filled the entire room, blinding us. I felt a pull in my soul, like something was being ripped out of me and replaced with something ancient. The Werewolf Queen was no longer a legend. She was here. And she was angry.

Emma looks up and sees that the intruder who broke into the house through the window is none other than Samantha, Lucas’s friend. But something was different about Samantha. Her face contorted and her body shifted, revealing her true nature as a werewolf. Her claws extended, her eyes glowed a piercing blue, and her canines elongated into deadly fangs. Despite her transformation, Samantha still stood on two feet, her human form still somewhat visible; it was like a half transformation, more like an enhanced human. Emma was shocked and scared, not knowing what to make of the situation.

Her eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity, and her hair was as black as the night. "Welcome, Tristan," she said, her voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you." Tristan's werewolf instincts took over, and he attacked the woman with his claws outstretched. But she was quick and agile, dodging his blows with ease. She smiled, and her body began to shift. Her limbs elongated, her senses heightened, and her fur grew thick and gray. She transformed into a sleek wolf, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.

He swallowed heavily, hurriedly, and then said: “Well, what happened next?” Samyak laughed. “This is where it gets good. Well, not good – but anyway. Okay, so the woman is sure she’s being watched. She swings around, turning with her fists raised just as the man lunges towards her. In mid air, however, something about him… changes. The man is no longer a man. He becomes a wolf.”