Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

As I roll under him, my wolf scratches his underbelly but his fur is thick and matted and it’s actually protecting his skin. We continue to circle and claw and bite for a very long time. I’m getting bored with fighting him. He just circles, lunges forward then lunges back when he doesn’t connect only to try again. When I ocan’t take any more, I time his lunge and meet him full on with wolf’s powerful jaw, snapping at his muzzle.

"Of course! In the toolbox." "I’ll go get it.” "Thank you!" I called out to him. "Don't go anywhere near him, Yen!" Peter called back. I rolled my eyes and did as asked. Not wanting to give the poor guy a heart attack. Pete returned momentarily with the muzzle in hand. He secured it in place and then together, we struggled to get the rather large beast into the bed of the truck. "He seems larger than a normal wolf-dog should be," I huffed as we both got situated in the truck. I started driving back towards town.

Marc bowed his head in respect and Noah spoke to the rest of the wolves, “Bring the scum to my cabin and get Dan for me.” He carefully picked up Lola from the wolf his back and carried her to the doctor himself. The doctor operated on her to take out the bullet and then bandaged her leg. She got some medicine for the pain but besides that all she needed was rest. Werewolves healed rather quickly so with some luck she would be up and about again in a matter of days. He brought her to her room and tucked her into bed. He would watch her day and night to make sure she was safe and comfortable but first, he had some questions that needed to be answered. When he came downstairs Dan had already ti

I'm about to start on my final kebab when I turn into yet another alleyway, and then I freeze. Maybe I've become some sort of werewolf good-guy superhero or something, because that is yet another mugging right in front of me that I can stop. Or... maybe not. There are four figures in the alley. At first glance it looks like three guys attacking a fourth. At a second, longer look, the fourth one has a lot more hair than a human, and claws, and a head that is growing a wolfen muzzle and pointed ears. A human is holding each of the werewolf's arms. A human-shaped person, anyway, because they seem to be restraining him with little difficulty. The fourth figure is reaching for the werewolf's head

However, they outnumbered him and pinned him to the ground. “Use your powers.” Czar managed to shout out Oh, mother goddess-Mara groaned. She watched as the largest amongst the wolf with black furs and a long scar across his eyes strangled Czar. Packing some soil from the ground Mara threw it at the wolf targeting his eyes. He turned and made his way towards her. I’m doomed. She whimpered and started backing away but fell as a twig caught her legs. “You twat.” the gray wolf aimed at her.

Z saw in the hologram how horrifying the wolves were, how a few drops of their saliva sizzled to a Wielder’s skin, and how Henmulga couldn’t defeat it, as she’d been reduced to running away. In the final slide, the wolf’s prominent feature had been shown again. Unlike the normal ones, it has a furry body that’s inflamed with blue energy, dancing gracefully from its feet, all the way to its wide-set toxic eyes. The class then ended with Ms. Marietta's note that even a wolf's bark was fatal, for it alone could render the Wielder immobile. Z had been awoken when her head banged against the table. She shook her head, trying to fight drowsiness; however, the more she resisted, the more the whispe

Zoe snarled. With that, growls erupted from all around us. Marius and his fighters were in a defensive stance facing Zoe. A few other pack members were growling as their gaze flew from me to Zoe and back again. An earth-shaking growl came from behind me, I whipped around to see a giant black wolf with a white crescent moon shaped patch on its chest. The enormous animal was standing at my back but towering over me. It was huge, way bigger than Gunner’s wolf. I could probably walk under its legs without having to crouch down. It wasn’t looking at me though, its black eyes were fixed on Zoe.

she said, eliciting a strange, surprised look from Darren and a snort from Liam. Not long after, Bella returned with a familiar duo: the dog who had bit the little girl and its owner. My heart wrenched as I saw the poor thing wearing a muzzle around his face, his eyes downcast and his tail tucked between his legs. His owner had a tight hold on his leash with both hands, and Bella was holding his collar just to be safe as they made their way through the rapidly parting crowd of werewolves. “This is our volunteer?” Darren asked, cocking his head.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” Jackson watched him walk off then turned back to the cage. Wolf C36M657 was tensed against the far side of the cage. He stood, head angled down, arms so tight behind his back that his shoulders couldn’t relax if he wanted to. The blindfold was snug over his eyes. His lips were tugged down into a small frown. His hair was pitch black and a matted mess of curls. Jackson felt disgusted just looking at him, but he did what he had to do. He had a werewolf.