Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

He groans in pain and curses but not enough to fall so Rosa hits him again and again until he had no choice but to drop her. Rosa falls with a thumped but quickly gets herself sitting up to try and unlock the gun again but when the Wolfe turns to her with an angry expression, Rosa gasped. Terrified, her hand shivered but she quickly pointed the gun at him. She crawled back as the wolf continue to approach her from the front slowly and only then she could see the creature's overall physical clearly. Thick fur covers his body except for his stomach to his chest. He has no tail in his thick dark brown coat but the abs these creatures were packing looked like something out of a movie.

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

It was going really well. We were chatting when the door of his office opened. Mr. Martin looked up to scold the person in the door for not knocking. His face went from displeased to confused to fearful. I tasted every emotion as he felt it and turned to see what he was looking at. A man stood in the doorway with a gun pointed at us. He was wiry and just under six feet tall. He wore a black hoodie zipped all the way up, surgical gloves, dark blue jeans, black and white Converse shoes, and a detailed wolf mask covering his face down to his upper lip. I could smell that he was a werewolf. Oh, no.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Seasoning other than salt for curing was rare for us. I savor the last morsel, wishing for more when I feel eyes. I quickly sniff to find that while I had been enjoying my snack, I had let my guard down and another wolf had entered the premises. He was large, not quite as large as Remus and his human had a scar on it's jaw. He was bronze, with light messy curls and striking green eyes. His chin had thick stubble and was squared. I stiffened under his gaze and I backtracked quickly, weaving a sloppy pattern to lose him in the throng of people lining this street.

HAZEL The guard's hand, heavy and deliberate, moved toward my face. I instinctively tried to pull away, but my wolf remained eerily calm, allowing the man to undo the muzzle. His movements were cautious, as if he feared my sudden reaction. The moment the muzzle was off, my wolf lunges for his throat. He curses, throwing me overboard with his robust strength and sending me into the water by the boat. “Damn you___fuvking bitch!” He screams.

He lost balance, and I hit him with my front paws, sending him sprawling on his back. I was about to claw at him again when I paused. The wolf was foaming at the mouth, and when he bared his teeth at me, I noticed that they were black, rotting in his mouth. Also, his pupils were wide, almost covering his entire eyeballs. Warning bells rang in my head. It seemed impossible, but the wolf looked like he was suffering from the same symptoms of mania the wolves had experienced back in New York. But how? The wolf jerked, trying to bite me with his rotten teeth. I snarled and swiped with a heavy paw, knocking him unconscious.

Large two shiny black jeeps are parked outside the castle's door so there will be no need to walk to the pack gates making it easier to load the suitcases. I see Deimos in a serious conversation with two male wolves as he hands them some papers. The wolves stand tall hands behind their backs nodding to every word Deimos says. But what catches my attention is how their appearance. Their heads are shaved but not to the skin. Their bulky structure is enveloped in thick woollen cloaks while the right ear is adorned with a golden earpiece. They look.... different.