Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

"I'm—I'm sorry Sam. I know you tried to save him with all your might. But I, I was just . . . really furious right now!" "That's why we should stop blaming each other. We have a enemy to interrogate and to kill." Malco led the way with Alexander, Mel of the fey clan, Jason with Sam supporting in his shoulders behind him. They reached the dungeon where the the person was being chained with silver bane. A painful and very sharp weapon created by the Werewolf faction. This time he pulled the trigger and raised the gun in their enemy face. "Where is Alexandra?!" Alexander demanded as he dug the gun in his wound, causing the person to shriek in pain. But after a minute he began laughing and spat

The two wolves become wrapped together in a snarling, whirling bundle, both biting and clawing at the other. One of them yelps, and Julian backs out of the tussle. My mate has blood on his muzzle, but he’s also limping, one of his rear legs held off the ground. He’s panting heavily, but his steady focus has returned and he doesn’t look too worried despite the injury.

Black gritted his teeth. In his mind, he could see Mister Wolf, a pair of black glasses on his nose, lit by a spotlight. The animal seemed to be wagging its eyebrows defiantly, and it had its tongue hanging out to the side and was giving him a devastating goofy smile. _Excuse me, kiddo. Mate wants to talk to me. It would be best if you got out of here. "No way am I giving you the reins." Mr. Wolf shook his head vigorously, causing his glasses to fly off.

His chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes gave him a rugged, handsome appearance, but his icy gaze and hard expression hinted at a ruthless demeanor. As a werewolf, Kael's physical prowess was even more intimidating. His fur was a dark shade of grey, with streaks of black running through it. His muscles bulged beneath his fur, and his sharp claws glinted in the moonlight. Kael's teeth were razor-sharp, and his growls were deep and menacing.

If my wolf allows me to shift, then I can use my fingers to free us. Assuming I can even shift with a muzzle attached to my head. I frown inside, uncertain. These are the types of things I’ve never been taught. The boat begins to slow, the guard up ahead yelling, “Get her ready!” Mister Muzzle stands, his lips curling in a way that makes my skin crawl. “My fucking pleasure.” My wolf sits down in the crate, staring at him. The complete opposite of what I want to be doing right now. She’s acting like a damn obedient dog,

And I was here to finish him for good. I slid the infamous Grim Reaper’s mask over my face. The texture is smooth on the inside, and cold on the outside. It distorted my voice into a low rasp. And my breath sounded like a hum when I breathed. But that was the point. “Muzzle the dogs. Leash them.” My voice echoed. My men obeyed immediately, going after each dog. The beasts struggled for a moment, snapping their jaws, flashing their teeth until the muzzles clicked and the chains tightened. Their growls continued, vibrating through the floor.

In a split second, the soldier morphed into his wolf form, snarling at them. In the face of the big wolf, The Mutes stood unfazed. The wolf leaped at one of them, baring his teeth. The Mute steadied himself with one leg planted into the ground behind him, clasped the jaws of the wolf, and snapped his neck. He was dead.

It worked! A soft muzzle nudged Vanessa’s right hand. She looked down, surprised. Maple eyes glowed up at her, and unruly, slightly curled brown fur covered the unfamiliar wolf’s body. She knew those eyes, that curly hair— Aaron . The wolf was looking from her to Nick and back again. Oh. He must have seen Nick shaking off the shards of ice and come to do the same. He nudged her hand again.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

I tried to leave the house, but Maya held my arms and I had to turn to look at her " Is everything alright? " She asked and I nodded my head. " Rogues have managed to enter the Pack, but it is something we can keep in control. But, you must stay here. Under no circumstance must you leave this house, do you understand? " I asked and she nodded her head. I contemplated on whether I should lock the door or not, but I decided not to as I had no time for that. I walked away from the house and took off my clothes, trying them on my legs before shifting. I was a big black wolf with a red fang on my forehead which signified my Pack. Every crowned Alpha and Luna of all Packs had different marks on th