Werewolf Bite Force Novels & Stories

The wolves can attack them easily, and that’s how they start getting the upper hand. “Protect the Luna,” I hear Jax order again while he’s heading my direction. Seeing him stand in all his menacing beauty, distracts me for a moment and I don’t see the vampire coming at me, it wraps his arms around my body and bites into my neck to weaken me. It’s not the first bite tonight, but it’s one with a huge impact. I feel my ribs crack from the strength of his grip around me, and I howl in pain. Causing every werewolf around me to howl too and fight with an unmatched power behind it.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, Collin spoke to me. "So, this is it?" Collin turned to me as he drove. "Sonya's broken hand?" he added. I took a deep breath and turned to Collin. Werewolves had strength that exceeded that of ordinary humans. But I hadn't even had my first shift yet, so I didn't know how strong my inner wolf was. I was hesitant to answer him. But that's the only reason that makes sense: I was able to crush Sonya so hard that she broke a bone.

It drew blood but it did not cause enough damage to make his strength falter. He tightened his grip on the werewolf’s arms, digging his sharp nails into the thick skin and flesh underneath. He continued on tightening like a vise, until the werewolf released his bite on his shoulder to yelp in pain. “What a cute voice you have there, pup,” he commented with a taunting smile. “You can cry if you want.”

We were now facing each other and he took this time to lick my face. "Oh my goddess," Liv purred. "Concentrate Liv," I reminded her. "On what exactly? His tongue does wonders," she was losing herself here and I couldn't help but laugh at her silliness. I suddenly felt a pain in my two front legs. I looked down to see that Wyatt just bit me. I felt hurt that he could do that but then there are no rules, so to hell with it, right? Game on. I tried healing myself and realised I couldn't. I didn't understand why. When a werewolf bites another, they're perfectly fine. Then it hit me. If a werewolf bites a vampire, they're lives would be in grave risk of death or just being severely hurt. I fell t

he shouted loudly. Growling, one of the blond-haired werewolves charged at him and pushed him against the wall. Unhesitant, Nico bit his arms. His incisors pierced through the skin. The taste of bitter blood entered his mouth. Even though he was half-vampire, he still had the powers of a fully grown adult vampire. Each one of his bites had the power to incapacitate even a huge elephant. What can a werewolf do but stand frozen in front of his feeding? The other wolves next to him punched his face.

He ended up shaking his head in the attempt to clear the cobwebs in his head. "No… Roselle," He said wretchedly, finally regaining some bit of his sanity. How on earth had it come to this? He had vowed to himself that he would never let anyone bite his wife – not even himself. The humans and most Werewolves were not aware of this but once a human had been bitten by a Werewolf, there were actually certain changes that would start to occur in them. First was the scent of the blood of the human that was bitten would start to become stronger with time. Normally, a human's scent, as long as they are not wounded, was very faint to the point that most Werewolf could not pick up their scent if they

I cursed under my breath when Zara bit my chest hard, and dug her fingernails. I tried to shake my chest free but her sharp teeth weren't ready to let go off my bandaged wounds and blood started spurting out. “Zara, fucking don’t…” I hissed in pain, the more she sank her teeth into my wounds, in stitching them. Never did I imagine that her bite could be this painful. Humans don't have sharp teeth as werewolves, right? Why is her bite so painful and fucking unbearable. “Why the fuck did you come up all of a sudden? You could have used the mind-link!” I screeched, wincing in pain.

He charged, and the others followed. Eight hounds appeared in front of them. Each of them looked like a heavy-duty truck, their bodies built for brute force more than speed. "Don't let them scratch you!" Bryan. His voice had come from the trees, a stone's throw to Marx's left. Rolling his shoulder, he was ready to take his newfound strength for a ride. He went first, leading with speed and brute force strength. Every blow he landed, a bone broke. He sent his fist with a roar through one of the werewolf's heads, splitting the skull in two.

Silas opened his small mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, and bit directly into the flesh of Marcus’s right index finger. The iron skin of the Alpha King was pierced instantly. Bright, thick blood sprayed across the infant's face as his jaws locked into the bone with a definitive crunch. It was a display of an aggressive, apex Alpha bite force that no common omega’s pup could ever possess. Only a true, legitimate Vance heir could carry that kind of primal strength after only two weeks of life.

I asked as I stared into the cold dark night. "We are right here?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and before me were the three men Maribel had instructed to watch over me. "You shouldn't have come here." I said as I gripped the car door in fury. One of them laughed. "It seems like you're very strong." Another of them said with a more serious tone. "Hanna was correct when she said that the Hunter family werewolf bloodline is really strong." The man who had been stabbed and had recovered miraculously, stared at me in amazement, unlike the rest. "For a young wolf, you really have so much power."