Novel & Cerita Werewolf Bite Force

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

I nodded knowing that werewolf bites are lethal to vampires. "You ready?" He asks. I nod and he comes straight after me. I jump over his head and slide on the cool dirt. "You're jumping higher," he points out. I nod and he runs at me again using his vampire speed this time. He jabs me in the stomach and then my shoulder. I let out a winded breath and growl. "And getting slower." I let out a angry snarl and charge at him. I slide between his legs and dead leg him. I wrap my arm around his neck and pushed my arm to his head.

The transformation was seamless, a testament to the power that flowed through my veins. As the first attacker soared through the air, attempting to pounce on me, I reacted with lightning speed. I leaped forward, my jaws clamping around the werewolf's throat, and slammed him hard to the ground. The impact reverberated through the earth, momentarily stunning him. With a deep growl rumbling from deep within me, I released a primal roar that echoed through the night. It was a deafening sound, fierce and commanding, a proclamation of my strength and dominance. The attackers paused, momentarily taken aback by the sheer force of my presence.

I unleash a barrage of swift attacks, my claws slicing through the air, meeting flesh and bone with a resounding impact. The first rogue werewolf lunges at me, jaws wide open, aiming for my throat. Instinctively, I twist my body, evading the attack with a graceful swiftness. With a powerful swipe of my paw, I strike his side, feeling the satisfying crunch of bones breaking beneath my claws. He yelps in pain, stumbling back, momentarily incapacitated.

His movements were calculated and majestic. The blonde wolf plunged on top of him and sunk his teeth into his neck and bit off a huge chunk of his flesh. The red wolf howled in pain and kicked the blonde wolf off of him. Blood squirted from the wicked wolf’s neck and he wasted no time as he ran off into the woods. He could smell the pack drawing closer. He knew he couldn't take them all.

I lunged forward with speed that caught him completely off guard, my jaws closing around his throat before he could bring his rifle to bear. My enhanced strength from the Lycan bond made me faster and more deadly than he expected, my bite force easily crushing through cartilage and vertebrae as I tore his throat out with savage efficiency. Hot blood filled my mouth, coppery and thick, and my wolf's instincts roared in triumph at the kill. I released his body, letting it crumple to the blood-soaked floor, and turned to face the next threat with my hackles raised and my teeth bared in a snarl that promised death.

My body trembled with the effort of containing it, of merging it with my strength. I let out a loud growl, a primal sound that echoed through the forest. The power erupted from me in a blinding flash, bright electric rays shooting out from my werewolf form. The light was so intense it felt like it was searing my very soul, but I held on, channeling it towards our attackers.

The ghouls were everywhere. They attacked with precision, in formation, but it didn’t feel right. Someone was controlling them and whoever that was, seemed to have an endless supply of the things. Five of them surrounded me and jumped on me at the same time. They started biting my exposed skin. I felt the poison as their teeth sunk into me but the poison evaporated quickly and I closed my eyes as the flames pulled back into me. Their bites burned and it felt like a hundred needles penetrating my skin at the same time. Their skin was cold to the touch and their strength wasn’t something I had expected. Each one of them had the physical strength of an Alpha wolf.

My bones morph and change shape, my skin twists to grow fur on, and as I let my wolf free, I feel the rage I often keep trapped zap to the surface. Everest’s blue wolf bears down at me, slobber dripping from his manic, fanged smile. I growl, snapping up to bite his face, but he disappears again. It gives me enough time to get to my feet, but not enough for me to dodge his attack flying in from behind. I go down with a whine, landing on the wound that opened a few seconds ago. Snarling and snapping fill the background. I can’t tell who is winning. I can’t check on my boys. I’m possibly the most worthless Alpha to ever exist.

If I was the Queen of the werewolf kingdom, I would say that rule is absurd! Well, of course, there is a difference in the strength and as werewolves our fangs and claws and huge bodies act as natural built-in weapons, there are chances where our wolves can lose control, so we always have to limit our abilities and you only are allowed to use maximum 70% of your strength when fighting anyone, depending on your opponent's strength you are allowed to decrease it, but never let the strength pass level 70. That's what I was thought at least.