Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

The wolf tried to get back, but Mona growled, clearly telling the wolf to go back. When Mona turned her head to growl at the wolf, the rogue saw an opening and bit into the scruff of her neck. The rogue didn’t let go, even while Mona shook her head and used her claws to try and pull the wolf off. For a second it looked like Mona was making eye contact with me.

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.

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.

He scratches his claws in the mud, attempting to break free from the pain. Inhaling a breath, I kneel next to him and slowly brush my fingers through his arm. “You’re fine…” My lips whisper. In a flash, he aggressively grabs my wrist and looks into my eyes. His blue lenses glow feral red, giving a glimpse of his wolf.

The large gray wolf snarled once again: "DAMON NEEDS MOTUS ALIVE...FOR NOW. CATCH HIM!" Ahead of the group, almost a few meters away was Motus. He ran in his black and white husky form; laughing away at their attempt to catch him. "You'll never get your filthy paws on me! Hahaha we've done this hunt every night and you've had no luck! Just give up already!"

I crouch into a defensive stance, figuring I can use my head and attack if needed. I can see black paws make their way across the room's opening. The snarling is definitely coming from those paws. The fur is chocolate brown, making me think: chocolate brown fur and black paws like socks. My eye widens with the revelation just as the wolf appears in the doorway. “Lennox!”

This little runt had quite the mouth on her. “Feisty little shit isn’t she? Me likey!” Maddox plops his fuzzy ass down and his tail is wagging 100 mile per hour with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Holy hell, my wolf is gone plum fuck retarded. Great! All of sudden Maddox perks his ears up and is sniffing around. “Unmated males!”

Clutching the necklace tightly in her hands, Mara took off running. Her feet sank into the snow with every step she took, slowing her progress. When she heard the snarls coming from behind her, she made the mistake of looking back. Whatever was happening to Anias was over. Standing in the little patch of moonlight that reflected off the white snow, he looked different but also the same. She recognized some of his features, but they were distorted under a thick smattering of fur that had grown in certain parts of his body. His nose had also merged with his mouth, forming a snout that looked like a dog's. Long, pointed ears peeked from his hair, which had also grown longer.

Tears rolled down his face. The ring of wolves around him glanced at each other and moved in closer. A black wolf with a notched ear cocked his head, moved forward slowly and used his nose to push the rogue onto his back. He growled when the Beta didn't move fast enough. The black wolf stared at the his eyes. He looked away and laid on his back, pulling his head back to bare his throat. The black wolf opened his mouth and held the male by the neck. He growled and bit down enough to keep hold and shook his prey who remained absolutely still.