Dog Werewolf Muzzle Novels & Stories

It would work if I were not a LUNA. I took a breath and walked towards their cages. The first wolf-dog was tan brown with splotches of white and black in its fur. The other was completely black except its paws where the color of mud. They both had collars with tags attached. As I reached for their leashes attached to a hook on the wall I heard a creak. I slowly turned to see that one of the cages was ajar’d open. Slowly the tanned colored wolf stepped out of its cage. It barred its teeth at me.

The man’s golden eyes narrowed on Roseanne as he approached them. Up close, the man is wearing a black uniform made of thick faux fur. The long coat makes him seem even larger than an average werewolf. There was a brooch pinned to his coat. It is a round band with a silver wolf in the middle, standing on its hind legs, holding a pair of blue roses.

Malignus howled in pain, the artifacts of antiquity no longer protected his body from the powerful heat of the werewolf. The head roared with a thousand explosions. He writhed in convulsions, dark brown spots from burns crawled over his body, Malignus released the blade from incredible pain, falling to the floor, it immediately stopped burning brightly. The werewolf straightened up to his full height, in another form he was even larger. He pulled out Malignus holding him by the throat, the flames around the wolfdog turned blindingly white. Alud narrowed his eyes, - What is this? Daylight? the werewolf says in a whisper. Nearby, the looking vampire, also squinting his eyes and breathing heavi

“Will a wolf do?” From out of the corridor, Vulk pounds into the room in full werewolf form, impacting Maula’s back and driving him to the floor. The Zabaniyya rolls with the blow, and both quickly regain their feet and face each other. Maula pulls a knife from his jacket the size of a small sword, and the blade flashes with a silver glint. This is what they had collected from the rear of the car.

It is very difficult and time-consuming to get out without an excuse. Eta wolf Suzette has deep green eyes in her werewolf form and has blonde hair with a little black hair on the side of her head and a streak down the right side of it. It is always neatly brushed up, although in all fairness, it looks like a bird's nest. As an assassin of the Gravefur Pack, she always wears black and covers her face with a black hoodie. Ace Denzell of Dark Shadow Coven and Eta wolf Suzette of Gravefur Pack, despite being Moroi and Werewolf, they both loved each other very much.

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.

Thorne replies inside my mind. Stepping up to the cage, “Shut up,” I yell at the rogues. While they do not bare their necks to me, they immediately quiet down recognizing me as the Alpha of the Pack. Nodding to the guard, he opens the cage door. Both rogues are in individual cages and are in silver, cuffed to the walls. Silver prevents a wolf from communicating with their wolf, other wolves, and it prevents them from being able to shift. It also burns the skin of a wolf. I can see the burn marks on the wolves’ wrists from being cuffed.

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.

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!”