Werewolf Bite Force Novels & Stories

I whispered. A normal vampire bite is like a scratch for a werewolf especially an Alpha, I’d been drinking Maverick’s blood on several occasions and there was never a problem but I knew that Talon had some Werewolf poison, possibly Wolfsbane laced over his fangs so it was no wonder it would cause a lot of damage to him.

They were the only ones capable of changing a human to a werewolf with their ‘bite’. Alex’s hands vibrated from the mouse in shock and fear as he moved back a bit. “Ray… it was an Alpha werewolf,” he finally figured out. Alex clearly remembered the red flashing eye that glowed in the dark before the beast came at him and bit him. “This is it,” Ray called Alex’s attention. The new paragraph was about the bite of an Alpha werewolf. “The bite of an Alpha werewolf will either kill the victim or change them to becoming a newborn werewolf.”

The marks on my chest weren't anything dangerous, but the bite on my arm could be why I felt a little woozy. “It’s no big deal,” I shrugged it off, as it had already begun to heal. A vampire's bite wasn't lethal, but it did possess a poison-like venom, that could make anyone feel lightheaded, unbalanced, and extremely horny. But in large amounts - the same amounts that a vampire used to turn a human - it would be extremely painful for a werewolf, causing everything from a splitting headache to seizures. However, with the way I was feeling, I knew I hadn't gotten a large amount of venom in my system. And it definitely wasn't the reason why my cock stirred when Dina's scent wrapped around us.

Adam's overconfidence took over and launched on Eris. Eris bit on to the rogue leader's neck pressing hard with his sharp fangs. He ignored the throbbing pain of Adam's bite on his own neck. Because of his large size Adam was not able to sink fully into his skin. This mere werewolf thinks he can defeat him? Well his overconfidence will be his own death! Adam kicked him at the stomach making him release his neck. He landed on the ground on his paws.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

Bastien slashed the dagger at her again, but she kicked it out of his hand to the floor and she dashed at him. I stopped moving as I saw her Wolf fangs extend and she sank it into Bastien's neck. She raised her head and her fangs retracted back in. She raised her hand to wipe her lips and her golden yellow eyes returned to the normal faint blue color. Bastien groaned, holding his neck with both of his hands as he slowly fell to his knees. Werewolf bite was poisonous to Vampires, but we could only turn or use it on full moons, plus Vampires were faster.

Every pulse, every breath, every lingering thrum of energy screamed of the bond we now shared—a connection that was endless, consuming, and utterly ours. I kept wiping the blood from his mouth with my fingers, over and over. Werewolves had a way of biting, a way to mark without making a mess, without letting the life force bleed too freely. But his bite... his way was completely unrestrained, raw, chaotic, like a human trying to channel something that was not meant to exist in a mortal body.

I’m forced to step back, my heart pounding. My mind races through the possibilities. Do I fight or flee? Fighting feels suicidal as she bares her sharp teeth at me. But fleeing feels futile as I watch her huge paws spread into the garden grass. I don’t have time to make a decision before she lunges and bites my arm. I use all my strength to kick her off, but the female pounces again, biting and tearing. I hear my own scream, a scream of pain and fear and desperation, as I realize the vast difference in strength between humans and werewolves.

Shrieks and shouts echo in the room with the irregular staccato of snapping jaws, rending flesh and liquid splatter of blood. With his usual tactical wisdom, Ian’s targeting the vamps with crossbows, the ones with the silver-tips and poisonous shafts and I follow suit. I’m angry, I realize as we wade deeper into the fray, snagging a vampire by the thigh as he tries to vault over me. A wolf’s jaw can exert thirty-two-hundred pounds of pressure, but a were’s is closer to five thousand pounds—more like a crocodile’s—and the human femur inside the vamp snaps like a pencil.

"Werewolves have really a super strength. Werewolf's strength is much greater than a human. They can easily overpower humans and can rip flesh and bones with amazing force, their strength is notable even for monsters, as they have been observed as being able to smash stone with their bare hands.Even while in human form, werewolves have incredible strength, as one newly-bitten werewolf saw no challenge in lifting an adult woman high above his head using only one hand, and would accidentally rip a door off its hinges also using virtually no effort. All werewolves seem to have a similar level of strength, however a possible exception to this would be the Alpha Werewolf, as Alphas are naturally