Bull Shifters Shirt Novels & Stories

Kai shouted to his mother and Jackie, then shifted into his massive black wolf, Blake. “Like hell I’m staying there,” Darina said to Will. They both shifted and followed the warriors toward the border. Once they reached the border, everyone shifted and put on the T-shirts kept in a basket nearby. Before Darina could shift, Kai threw her a T-shirt and pointed to a bush, silently telling her not to shift in front of everyone. Werewolves weren’t shy about nudity, as shifting was a regular part of life, but he didn’t want anyone seeing their future Luna naked.

I don't move as I wait to see who steps out. The first man is tall and muscular, wearing a light grey suit with a black button-up shirt underneath. The top two buttons are undone, and the thought of running my hands inside that shirt makes my knees weak. He has thick blonde hair, and his piercing blue eyes meet mine. Then, another man gets out behind him.

BRIELLE POV I entered the building and tapped my employee ID on the security gate which enabled me access into the office. The employees stared at me, whispering and gossiping as they watched me pass I’m not going to say I don’t know the reason why, the reason was clear, my outfit. I wore pink office pants paired with a white cropped long sleeve button down shirt, red stiletto heels and my coach tote bag hanging on one arm. I had no idea if wearing such colours were allowed and I didn't care.

“She smiles more now.” Tommy grinned slowly. “Maybe somebody should stop bullying her then.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t bully her.” All three of them stared at me silently. Then Tyler burst out laughing. “BRO.” I grabbed a pillow and threw it directly at his face. But even while they laughed— One thought stayed stuck in my head. Hannah Foster was changing. Slowly. Quietly. And somehow… I had a feeling our story was only beginning.

It seemed Jessica was satisfied with her assistant's report, but before she could give her the next order, someone approached her, causing her to pause what she was about to say. It was none other than her husband's boyfriend, and the artificial lights installed around the place allowed her to observe his appearance from head to toe. The black-haired man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. The color of the shirt was a bright red gradient at the bottom, then faded at the top, and because the front of the shirt was unbuttoned, Jessica could see a simple white t-shirt under his shirt. On the front of the white t-shirt, there was a large print of the side profile of a lion's head. The red shirt w

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

I hit my head with my hands, trying to push away the confusing thoughts as I continued walking to class. The final bell rang and I hesitated to leave the classroom. I knew what awaited me outside; a group of bullies, ready to pounce on me. I waited for everyone to leave, but it seemed like they were taking their own sweet time. As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt something cold and wet dripping on my head. I gasped in shock and looked back to see Steve's friends, grinning at me. They had poured water on me. My shirt was soaked, and my skin was visible from underneath. I felt a pang of embarrassment and shame wash over me.

And then she realized she was naked. She glanced around the room and noticed on the make-up table behind her a small, neatly folded pile of clothes. Her black pumps sat atop them. They weren't the sweater and skirt she had worn in, she was sure of that. She unfolded the clothes, shook her head, and smiled. She slipped the t-shirt over her head. It was sheer and about two sizes too small. Her silver dollar size areolas were clearly visible. She was afraid her rock hard, gumdrop sized nipples were going to shred the material apart. The shirt tied into a knot under her breast, leaving her toned stomach exposed. On the upper left chest portion of the shirt was the Phi Jamma Slamma emblem with th

My shirt and shorts are still sitting neatly folded at the end of the bed. His steady gaze holds mine as he rises to his feet. "I'll turn around so you can change." I release a nervous breath as he crosses his arms over his chest before turning his back to me. For a heartbeat, I stand there, strangely paralyzed before shaking myself out of the mental stupor and grabbing the soft T-shirt. I hold it up and take a better look at it. Western Wolves Hockey. My fingers trail over the navy embossed letters. I peek at him to make sure his back is still turned before bringing the shirt to my nose and inhaling.

The one in front wore a blue cap and what looked to be a flannel jacket, and was conversing with Tando directly. ".... ain't never seen anything like this" he was saying, chin thrust slightly upwards at the hulking Shifter, perhaps in an instinctive display of defiance against what he surely recognized as death itself. "Is this really what ya want? I mean, I'm happy to oblige ya either way, but... really? Selling out one of yer own kind? Ya realize that anything goes as far as what we do with 'im, right?"