Werewolf Bite Force Novels & Stories

"It looks like she was tortured, bitten, and then killed. Her body was dumped by the gas station this morning." A werewolf bite was a distinct thing. To the untrained eye it looked like an animal bite, but to other wolves it was impossible to mistake. When they said she was bitten they knew what they were talking about. "Ok. Sounds bad. Does that mean there's another rogue wolf in Haven Falls besides Zachary?" That would be unlucky. Both men said nothing and instead had one of their silent conversations with their eyes. "No. Maggie we believe the attack was carried out by Zachary." Jonas looked at me with sombre certainty and from the corner of my eyes I could see Max's fists clench at the s

“All sorts of nasty creatures out there, plenty that would love a bite from a sweet girl.” “I’m aware.” I bit out, but quickly retracted the edge from my voice as my eyes ran down the thin scratch that was etched onto his face. “Shouldn’t that be healed by now?” Typically, the stronger the werewolf the faster the healing abilities. Judging from Abel’s thick biceps and huge build, he should’ve been considered a fairly strong werewolf. The thin cut along his face should’ve long been healed by now, yet it stood out against the rough skin of his face.

He stretch out his claws on the air, planting them on Dracula's wings, they both beast dropped to the floor with Ephesus's claws tearing the bat's wings. The bat gave a huge comeback with his own fangs scratching on the wolf's face into his left eye, causing it to shut. With only one eye left the mighty wolf struck down hard, and he was able to tear Dracula's flesh with his numerous scratches and bites, after a huge ground fight Dracula decided to call on his magic. A radiant red light glow under Dracula's his chest, the stone sank in his flesh causing him to scream out, on seeing that the werewolf backed away.

I asked. He grinned. “What movie did you watch, Teen Wolf?” After a brief chuckle and slow shake of his head, he said with a serious tone, “I shouldn’t pick on you; especially when you’re partially correct. It is possible to be turned into a werewolf from a bite, but it’s rare. The werewolf has to deposit his venom into either the external carotid artery or the femoral artery. A bite anywhere else will hurt like hell, but it won’t turn you; unless you already carry the wolf gene, like your mother does.”

Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us. The blood-eyed werewolf again howled, even louder. This time the sound from his mouth was so strong. I felt myself moved, along with Bazaar and his men flying into the air. They growled in pain as they crashed hard into objects. "Climb onto my back, now!" the blood-eyed werewolf's powerful voice said to me. I hurriedly did. My body lay against his furry back. "Hold on tight!" he instructed me. I did.

I even counted the ones on the ground, the ones who are still alive are more than ten and I do not have any idea where are they coming from. “Beware of your strength!” I warned them as we have to keep on fighting until we kill all of them. I wasn’t able to hear their response but I am sure they are doing what they know best, to hunt. “Do not run away!” I shouted and throw my spear directly into the werewolf running away. I got its left leg and I immediately run to finish it off. The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart.

I wrapped my other arm around his neck and in an instant I was on top of him, pinning his right arm around his neck and my left hand was throwing smaller, stronger punches a little lower down his throat, closer to his trachea. For a human, that might kill, but for a werewolf, it would just knock him out. I wouldn't leave any chance to chance. I felt his hands trying to pull me forward, but in the end he used his body weight, throwing himself against the ground, on his back, and since I was on top, I felt the greater impact.

Her expression hardened with understanding, and without hesitation, she squared her shoulders and stepped toward the first corpse—the one with a gaping hole in his torso. I watched as her eyes glowed and flames burst forth. This time, the fire took on a blue hue, clearly stronger now that she’d finally eaten. At first, the body refused to ignite. Without accelerants like gasoline or kerosene, it took time. But eventually, the fire caught, its hungry tendrils licking up the limbs, curling over the corpse like a vengeful spirit. At least once a werewolf caught fire, it would burn all the way to the bones, leaving nothing behind.

The gash was already bleeding as Steve scrambled to his feet, dazed from the blow. But the Sterling werewolf got up to late, because Maximus pounced on him and clenched his powerful jaws on his shoulders, biting both flesh and bone. Steve grunted in agony as pain hit him with full force. Maximus bit hard and swung his head hard from left to right, tearing into Steve’s flesh.

I want to get to my mate, and blaming whatever happens next on my wolf will be a convenient and accepted excuse. Felicity lands in front of me, her fangs bared, hands curled in claws with wickedly sharp fingernails glinting like blades in the moonlight. “What are you doing, Wolf?” Dante snarls at the vampire. In vampire to wolf combat, we have the upperhand. Our bite is venomous, our blood poisonous. Felicity’s bites and scratches won’t harm me. They’ll hurt, and they’ll take forever to heal, but she can’t kill me.