Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

He cradled something black and wooly in his arms. At first I thought it was a dog. But I remembered werewolves are not permitted to have them, for fear of what they might do under the full moon. There were no pets at all on the island, unless you counted the huge snarling mastiffs with spiked collars that the Enforcement Officers kept in kennels, for use when the werewolves rampaged during Taleeneff. These were my thoughts as Dane Wiltshire crossed the sand toward me. “Good evening,” he said again.

In the moonlit night that graced the small window of the cottage, Alpha George, a towering brown werewolf with fur as dark as the shadows, emerged from the dense woods. His eyes glowed with fierce intensity, revealing the primal rage that consumed him. His snout, stained with the blood of his recent prey, reflected the ferocity of his existence. Across the cottage, Diana sensed the impending threat.

Walking into the water, I grabbed it up gently, trying to see its paw, " Aww! It's okay. I got you. Maybe I can give you a little help." Surprisingly, he let me check on his paw calmly. I saw a small bruise on it. When I touched it gently, it yelped in pain. I forgot about the sunset and began to walk out. A group of running footsteps stopped me abruptly in the water. Twelve large werewolves appeared in front of me, their eyes laying on the pup in my hand. The one in front shifted quicker than my blink, muttering with a smirk,

Below it, dark, black, smooth hair, spread over his hips, thighs, and massive legs. Patches of skin on his chest and abdomen remained bare, revealing hard muscle and dark, pert nipples framed by scattered hairs. His back hardened, layers of muscle stretched wide across his back like thick ropes pulled taut. Then his face began to change....contort. Kruel hissed, clutching at his jaw as it cracked and pushed forward. His nose stretched and sharpened into the unmistakable pointed muzzle of a wolf, though his were bigger. Yellow fangs punched downward from his gums, long, bared instantly in a snarl that promised violence. His lips tugged back as his eyes rolled back then downwards.

Oh, so we’re doing this? Mo purred in amusement. "He thinks turning into a big dog will save him? Cute." Michael’s wolf was enormous, larger than the average alpha, his fur a dark brown, almost black, his golden eyes burning with rage. His claws scraped against the concrete as he circled me, saliva dripping from his snarling mouth.

The rogue introduced, turning a deaf ear to Emily's harsh response. A female stalked from behind him. Her dirty brown fur was toned with Vukas somehow, meaning they were mated. A pair of rogue leaders, what a love story. "Why don't we talk like civilized wolves?" Vukas asked again. "Civilized, heh," Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes without letting her guard down. Through Emily's eyes, I scanned the surroundings intensely. The eight wolves didn't budge, waiting for their leaders' orders. I narrowed my eyes. They all had a mark on their right forearm that seemed to be stamped using a branding iron.

Then she goes up to him and applies soft muzzle bites. In one swift movement, he pinned me under him, and I instantly rolled on my back so that he looked down into my wolf's eyes. His head dipped to lick my muzzle, moving to my mane. Then our icy noses touched and I licked him back and push him away. He growled at me because he wanted to be close to me in that position, but I scampered away knowing that he was chasing behind me. My wolf enjoyed being released after being cooped up for too long.

“What the heck?” Just as I get her out of view, a large male werewolf in a dark suit steps up to her window with another just behind him. His eyes are pitch black with a deep snarl, exposing his elongated canines. He raises his arm and brings it down hard, pounding on her window with the butt of a gun. Zara screams at the sound of cracking the glass. I’m grateful she can’t see the window turning into a spiderweb pattern. The loud noises make Dillon startle and cry in the back seat.

And I knew I was dead. Letting out a soul numbing growl and opening it's muzzle. It was ready to tear me off. It literally pounces on me and I close my eyes. . . .1 . 2 . .3 Nothing? I hear a painful whimpers of the very wolf which was going to attack me. And I open my eyes to only have my heart thud in my chest. A strangers back was on me, a long cloak trailing behind him. As the wolf was under him, it's neck held by a long collar like thing connected to a stick held in the man's hand.