After running the search engine on Aladdin stories, I found that no one's posted a werewolf story in the section. So, I'm proud to announce that I'll be the first to do so. This is my very first Aladdin story, despite having posted one before. Like the last one, Mozenrath is the starring villain. I don't own Aladdin, otherwise, I'd be rich off the series and the series wouldn't have ended.
Chapter One- Dark Ritual
Princess Jasmine awoke with a start. Something wasn't right. A look at her surroundings confirmed this. She was shackled in a standing position in a dark and flithy dungeon. Lit torches were a sign that it was still nighttime. She frowned. It hadn't quite been dark last she recalled. It had been twilight. She remembered now:
She had been heading back to the palace with Aladdin after shopping in the marketplace. They had passed an alley when her boyfriend suddenly fell unconscious. She had called his name when a blow to her head had rendered her insensate too.
She winced as the recollection of the blow brought the pain to the forefront of her mind. Who captured her? And for what purpose? Her answers did not come until a few hours later when the dungeon was bathed in moonlight that shone through the barred windows.
The dungeon door creaked open ominously and a smooth voice said, "I hope you've made yourself at home, princess."
Jasmine glared at the dark-clad man at the door. "What do you want with me, Mozenrath?"
"Not much. Just conquering Agrabah and killing Aladdin."
"Oh, the old ransom ploy? Aladdin will rescue me and your plan will be ruined."
Mozenrath snorted. "Who said my plan was ransom? I plan to use you to achieve my conquest. I'll also have you kill Aladdin."
"I would never help you."
"You will. I have a month to convince you."
"Aladdin will find me before that."
"I don't think so. You see, I cast a spell on the city. They think you're visiting a nearby kingdom for a month. Actually...you are. My kingdom. It'll wear off once my conquest begins. So, princess, I have all my bases covered. Now, the ritual will begin."
Mozenrath pulled a cup, a silver cross, and a silver knife from his robes. Hanging the cross around his neck, he advanced toward Jasmine, brandishing the knife. Jasmine tried to twist her wrists around to get loose. Mozenrath reached out and held his captive's left hand immobile. He pressed the flat of the blade against Jasmine's forearm and drew it down.
Jasmine gasped as she felt the blade slit her arm as well as her blood flowing down. It flowed down to her elbow where it collected in the cup. When the flow congealed, the cup was half-full. The dark wizard held the cup up to a beam of moonlight and began chanting in an unknown language. The contents of the cup began to shimmer with powerful and anicent magic. Continuing the chant, Mozenrath poured half of the contents on his cross and then on Jasmine's still open wound.
Jasmine screamed as the blood hit her cut. Her own blood was burning through the cut and into her bloodstream. Her very body felt as if it was on fire! She hadn't even realized that Mozenrath had released her until she was kneeling, arms wrapped around her stomach. A hot bubbling feeling was felt in her stomach. What was going on?
A tingling sensation flooded from her abdomen to her whole body. She gasped, and then screamed as she felt her body changing and a primal urge guiding her through the change. The pain soon receded and the princess found herself on her hands and knees along with that odd urge. A howl escaped her throat. She froze in mid-howl. Did she make that sound? She looked at herself. She saw paws as dark as her hair. Only her hair had become fur and had covered her entire body. A furry tail hung from the base of her spine. She had transformed into a wolf!
"I've done it!" Mozenrath exclaimed, drawing the she-wolf's attention. Her brown eyes changed into glowing solid red ones and she growled, finally understanding the urge she gained. Humans were her enemy and she would kill the one before her. She advanced on him, but yelped and backed up when he held the cross in front of him.
"I have power over you as long as I wear this. When I poured your blood on it, I became your master. I've ensured my control over you, my princess werewolf."
Jasmine's eyes stopped glowing but remained red and her primal urge was pushed down into her subconscious. She hardly noticed the urge being locked away as she was absorbing Mozenrath's words. She was a werewolf? And Mozenrath controlled her? He was her master?
"Now, go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
Unable to resist his order, the werewolf complied and was soon fast asleep.
A bit short, I know, but then again most of my stories start with short chapters. So, what do you think of Jasmine being a werewolf? Her month with Mozenrath is just beginning and it's sure to be torture for her. Stay tuned for chapter two.