Werewolf Bite Force Novels & Stories

I asked. They nodded. "Oh my goodness," I whispered, running my hand through my hair. The boys remained quiet as they watched me pace to and fro. "Hold on," I stood before them holding up my hand. "Aren't werewolves supposed to heal after they get injured?" I asked feeling baffled, she could have healed herself immediately. "The thing is, a rogue bite is very dangerous to a normal werewolf, their bite is very poisonous and it can cause quite a lot of damage to their bodies due to their toxic nature," Zane explained and I nodded.

A werewolf charged at him at incredible speed but Ferguson was much faster, been a supernatural human, his senses, strength and speed are on the same accuracy as the werewolves. He weaved a slash of claw from the werewolf by jumping into the air acrobatically landing on his knees bent on the surface of the concrete floor, he was rapid in raising his head against another attack. It was hammer punch against his head but raising with so much strength with the aid of his strengthened foot on the ground. He delivered an uppercut at the werewolf's chest but cause and effect were altered. Instead of the creature for flying back like a bullet, Ferguson ended up penetrating the creature's chest and p

I saw a group of 10 werewolves jump at Ril at once. Oh, no. He punched one away and tore one completely just with his fingernails. That was not a good sight to see but while fighting in the monster's lair I saw worse. He used fire to burn three completely and caught one's neck without actually touching it. He gripped his hand and the neck snapped away from the body. He pushed one away with force, and it flew a little far and fell down on a stone sharply hitting its back. It growled in pain and couldn't get up again.

This made the rest of us jump in pursuit to follow him. The average werewolf's size compared to a human was about the size of a dire wolf. But an alpha could max sizes. And, Brendon's size maxed any size of the vampire's shoulders. He must stand at least six feet tall. He was massive. And, an alpha's size would effect the rest of his pack. Most of ours were around four to five feet tall. Quite a big size. It would be a big advantage against the vampires. It's like we were made to kill each other.

Stronger than my usual self. “Alpha Werewolves have the ability to transform any creature to a werewolf with a bite and drinking a large portion of their blood.” He paused as another sigh escaped his breaths. “But the thing is, it’s quite dangerous because the person might not be able to survive the transformation. About ninety five percent fail to survive most times. I wasn’t thinking straight and I just did it because it was the fastest way to heal you, you were— Statue,” he mumbled in a confused manner but I could clearly hear the pain and fear in his voice.

"I wonder how your pack would face a battalion of matured vampires without their Alpha?" No. "Now, would you give her to me or not?" The woman asked again. Though before I could blink, I heard a loud animalistic growl and the sound of ripping. I was pushed by a force and the next thing I knew, I was thrown to the tree yards away. I felt dizzy and my back slightly hurt. Deeply worried, I opened my eyes the moment I recovered and my lips fell open when I saw a huge brown werewolf in front of the vampire human. I did not have to think about who it was. There was no doubt that the werewolf in front was Jaxon. Even though he had already shifted, I am so sure it was him because of his eyes and the

My heart raced, pumping the serum throughout my whole body with renewed vigor. I felt a transformation overtaking me. My body swelled in size; muscles tensed and bones seemed to twist and reform. Consumed by a primal rage, I lashed out. Scarlet, caught off guard by my sudden ferocity, was thrown through the window. Overcome with animalistic fury and newfound power, I lunged after her. As a werewolf, my size was formidable. To my eyes, Scarlet appeared diminutive, almost fragile. My claws, driven by wrath, struck out at her in full power. A vicious swipe connected, sending her crashing to the ground, her neck at an unnatural angle.

The creature bellows in pain as he pitches backward, clutching at his face. I turn to see if Vulk needs help, but the werewolf is doing just fine. With clawed paws, he strikes at the stomach of the Zabaniyya, creating great crimson lacerations. With unnatural strength, the werewolf bites and slashes again and again, until one paw comes away tangled with a large ribbon of entrails. These Vulk discards with a flick of his paw, then leaps back onto Maula, snapping at his throat.

It recoiled, a snarl of pain escaping its jaws, but its determination remained unwavering. The battle continued in a flurry of rapid movements and instinctual maneuvers. The wolf lunged, its jaws aiming for my throat, but I deftly twisted my body, narrowly avoiding its lethal bite. In response, I delivered a powerful blow, my fist connecting with the wolf's muzzle, causing it to stumble backward. With every exchange, the strength within me surged, my muscles flexing with a power that surpassed mere human limitations. The transformative energy of my wolf heritage coursed through me, lending me agility, speed, and unwavering focus.

“They shouldn’t worry you, I’ll make sure none get anywhere close to you.” “I wouldn’t mind seeing one,” I say. I mean, what would it hurt if they can’t bite me? “You do know that they have other abilities, right? Mind control. Telepathy. Telekinesis. They can teleport. Sometimes their fangs are the last thing they need to attack you.” “Right. There are still many things about this world that I don’t know.” For one, I never would have guessed that the best steroids for werewolves is vampire blood. Apparently, the werewolf who attacked Stefan last night had fed on vampire blood, immensely increasing his power and speed.