Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

With a final deep exhale, he breaks in front of us, elongating, lowering, changing. The air rings with the crunch of bone, but he doesn’t make a sound, then his wolf is standing there on four legs, shaking out his thick, shiny pelt. I’ve never seen his color before. He’s white on his muzzle, inner legs, and chest, but his nose and haunches are almost orange, and the rest of him is rich brown mixed with a rusty red.

My teeth sink into the ear of the nearest rogue, a brown wolf with shaggy and extremely thick fur. It’s like biting into heavy wool yet it’s no match for my teeth. There’s a yelp of pain as the rogue tears away, shaking me loose. I slam into the wolf and hear the whoosh of wind being knocked from his lungs.

He pulled a black bag from the glove compartment when he finally climbed in after fumbling with his keys. "Here," I look up from mom's eyelashes to see a pair of dog collars in his hand. Like, literal dog collars, black with silver spikes. I sneer away from him. "Alpha has instructed you both to wear one, they have a line of silver on the inside to ensure you don't shift and so you can't communicate with your wolf." He mumbled with sorrowful eyes as he pushed them toward us again.

My eyes dart between them, taking in details I wish I couldn't see. The largest of the three, a massive gray wolf with a jagged scar across its muzzle, bares its teeth in a snarl. Its fur is matted and dirty, and I can see old wounds that have healed poorly. To its left is a smaller, wiry black wolf, its yellow eyes gleaming with feral intelligence. On the right, a brown wolf with a mangled ear paces back and forth, saliva dripping from its jaws. For a split second, we're all still, like actors frozen on a stage. Then, chaos erupts.

Wesly Kota drops his head and pushes back against the wolf, who is trying to dig his claws into our open chest. He regroups and starts bitting at our forlegs. Kota catches his bottom jaw in his mouth. He clamps down with a death grip. The wolf puts it in reverse, shaking his head and trying to get away. He does, but we keep his bottom canines as a souvenir.

I manage to turn, and I end sitting on my butt. The wolf-man is now a full wolf, and like his hair, his fur is mouse brown scattered with empty patches of skin that looks like he it's balding. His snout is pulled back in a snarl, and he is frothing at the corners of his mouth. Whatever saliva is not at the corner of his mouth, drips down in a steady stream.

A loud growl made everyone bow. The bystanders quickly fell to their knees and lowered their heads as Morana’s mate stood over Cameron and continued to growl at Jon. His fur was spiked as his wolf jumped to stand in front of the porch protecting the house. The wolf's muzzle was open as a bit of droll fell from the sides, even as he breathed, he was growling.

The black wolf had begun to jump at Danica only to have the being grab it by its muzzle with a laugh. Smiling it grabbed hold of the wolfs jaws before pulling. A satisfying snap sounded before the being let go of the wolf that was now snarling in agony unable to move its mouth properly. "That will teach you." The being huffed moving forward. Grabbing ahold of the wolfs neck it gave a tug snapping it cleanly and allowing the now lifeless rogue to fall to the ground before turning to a russet colored wolf that was making its way to her. "DANICA!" Mason yelled moving forward and tackling a white wolf that had been ready to jump on her from behind.

He was smirking now, the sadistic bastard. I straightened up, deer blood on my muzzle. I had drank my fill and was feeling much stronger for it now. I snarfed at him softly. “What’re you talking about?” I muttered, but I was in wolf form so he couldn’t understand me. It probably came out as all growls and whines to him. I scratched at my neck with my back paw and that’s when I felt it. There was a collar around my neck that hadn’t been there before!

The quiet words of bewilderment fall out. This wasn’t a dog; it was a wolf. An abnormally huge one. It was the size and length of a small couch. It’s fur was a dark grey color and looks vicious. It looks to us and bares it’s huge sharp bloody teeth, looking like it was ready to attack us next. Two more huge wolves came in to join the other one, cornering us. Meanwhile Marcus stands there watching in satisfaction with his arms crossed.