Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

Perhaps they held their young out of fear? Perhaps they knew deep down in themselves that it was not a declaration but a solid fact. Some of the wolves near the doors tried to leave immediately, nearing the wolves with silver eyes and copper masks. An alpha stood in front of them, holding his mate tightly. "Move!" He boomed across the room. The wolves bared their teeth at him and held still. The surprised look on everyone around them made Zander chuckle, bringing the attention back to them. The Alpha stepped away from the copper masked wolves with confusion.

There stood a six-foot werewolf glaring at me; the fire in his large eyes was back. He peered at me with his long white teeth capable of tearing down the thickest skin; his furs were dark as midnight, and his broad head tapered to his narrow muzzle. His long ears stood up straight, swiveling. He looked ferocious.

A little more and I'll be able to make her feel safe again My snout crunches up and I bare my teeth at him; We both throw attacks relentlessly at each other and tear open each other's flesh. I duck down and pin my ears back, then tighten all the fibers of muscles in my wolf form and charge with every bit of strength I have. I knock Malcom to the ground where his fall creates a barrier and atmosphere or gray dim dust to form. I push my paw firmly onto this chest

One of them was pushing and shoving the enforcers holding him. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to accomplish as he was silvered. Silvered, meaning that a zip tie with a core of silver laced steel was around his wrist. It prevented him from shifting or using other werewolf abilities. Also, he had handcuffs on his wrists and ankles. The rogue shoved off one of the security and took several steps towards Mario and me. I bit down on the urge to take a step back. I couldn’t show weakness, no matter how small, to the rogues or my pack.

“You can’t be serious…” “I am dead serious,” Cornelius replied , a face neither changing nor smiling. “It’s enchanted to suppress a wolf’s aura, and not only that, it will let me know your exact location at all times. You won’t take it off until I say so.” Mt wolf lurched forward in disagreement. Anger bubbled in my chest so fast that I thought I might explode. “You want me to go out there wearing a leash, I am not your slave!”

Standing tall and menacing, his brown and white fur bristled as he bared his fangs at Bruce. Bruce roared in response, fully embracing his beast. His body twisted grotesquely as his half-transformed state gave way to a monstrous wolf form. His light brown fur, marred by a large black patch across his back, shimmered under the dim light as his glowing amber eyes narrowed with bloodlust. Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack.

Such a hideous scent. I opened my eyes and there was indeed a wolf's muzzle next to my face. The muzzle filled with rotten teeth, growling lowly. But the wolf was not black and his eyes were not green.

"We have no interest in being corralled. We're not bloody cattle." Ah, so the pup was one of Roderick's minions. Odd how he didn't feel him like he felt the girl. "You might not be on the menu for dinner, but you are annoying. Don't say I didn't warn you. I think it's time someone muzzled you." Hold your tongue. Thaddeus held the red-haired wolf's stare and imbued his order with power. He pushed his will at the dog. The dog didn't shut his mouth. Didn't obey. Hell, he didn't even blink. "Muzzle me? I'd like to see you try."

Unbeknownst to Kyle, it was just a temporary rule to seal his fate and someone else's. Drew Chen. The muscular, tall and handsome jet black haired and green eyed Werewolf and Witch. Drew smiled and walked towards his cousin Kyle. "It's been long since we saw each other. Why that look?" Drew said pouting his lips. "I know why you are here. What method do you guys want to use now to force me into getting married?" Kyle asked with a deadpan expression.

I heard Kusher’s warning and screaming at me to stop, but I didn’t listen. Al regards me with his wolfish gaze and carefully tilts his head in curiosity. He whines when I move my hands closer to his face instead of growling. “I’m taking the muzzle and the collar off. Just relax, okay?” I’m not going to lie when I say that my hands were shaking when I unbuckled the muzzle from him. I guess that he felt relieved because as soon as the muzzle was off. Al turns to Kusher and gives off a low growl. “Don’t do that. They only muzzle you because they are afraid of you.” I’m grateful that Al still has a bit of common sense to find some truth in my words b because he stops growling. He turns to me wit