Werewolf Ripping Clothes Novelas e Histórias

The possessiveness in his voice made me shiver until I registered his words. “What do you mean kill them? Wolves transform all the time; we see each other naked” He growled. “Not anymore. If you don’t get dressed in the next ten seconds, I won’t be held accountable for the eyes I gouge out” He was actually serious. I stared at him in shock for a second before I looked around frantically. Werewolves usually stored a lot of clothes on trees so that if we were ever in a pinch, we could get them. Almost every tree in our territory had clothes stored on it. I personally hadn’t stored clothes in this part of the forest but at this point, I would take what I could get. Even though I hated every mem

Adriana pleaded as she whimpered at his touch on her bare skin, "This can't happen Adriana, I can't do that to you, once I have you, there is no turning back, even your mate can't take you away from me." "I understand Adrian, please fuck me, I'd rather be yours than his. He doesn't want me, please Alpha Abel, make it stop" Adriana begged as she stared back at him Alpha Abel lost all self-control with Adriana's last statement, taking her lips against his, his eyes were changing colors, which meant he was fighting for control with his wolf, Alpha Abel pulled away growling, she saw the desire in his gaze, he grabbed her dress and torn it off, she was left in alone her bra and now she was comple

On getting to the outskirts of the woods, she shifted back to her human form, that gave me the rare opportunity to see how beautifully shaped and endowed she was made. Her hips were rounded and her breasts heavy and full. I closed my eyes wanting to imagine how they would feel in my hands. I knew I was shameless ogling over an unaware naked girl but I couldn't stop. Lupe was going go be mine come rain or which waters. She moved quickly searching for clothes hidden in the forest.It was a werewolf thing, they shifted occasionally and as a result of that, clothes get ripped at intervals so to prevent people from walking about naked, clothes were occationally hidden in the forest in case there w

I observed her expression start getting changed. Another cry escaped from my throat when I felt immense pain because those fucking bastards broke my leg this time. And that’s when it happened, a terrifying roar echoed in that warehouse like an angry beast. I looked toward the sound of that roar and found the head of that vampire in the hand of a beautiful golden wolf. I rotated my eyes and looked for Amber but she was nowhere to be found in the fact the silver chain was broken in which her soft and tiny wrist was tied. My eyes were back to the golden wolf who looked pissed and was glaring at everyone.

The air echoes with growls and snarls as we engage in a battle for supremacy. I find myself face to face with a hulking werewolf from Kieran's pack. His eyes burn with a fiery rage as he lunges at me, his claws aimed for my throat. In that split second, instinct takes over, and I twist my body, narrowly avoiding his attack. With a swift countermove, I slash my claws across his chest, leaving deep gashes in his fur.

Her voice sounded small and almost as if she was in pain. I strode towards the voice, and what I saw made my blood boil. A part of her skirt was ripped, showing her creamy skin; Avery herself was held down by four men three times her size, and by their scent, I could tell they were werewolves. Rogue werewolves.

I descended on him and tore him apart with my bare hands. I turned in the other direction and followed the scent of the other man who was hiding. As if he could hide from me. I found him in no time and tore him apart too. I shifted back to my human form after making sure that he was dead. “Fucking hell. Waste of clothes.” I let out when I saw my freshly shredded clothes. I looked at my last victim and smirked. Yes, this is how wolves should live. As feared beings and tormentors of humans and every other breed.

From a young age I learned to fight a lot of people at once, so holding off these werewolves for a short period of time shouldn't be a problem. After I hit the two wounded werewolves, all the werewolves transformed and jumped at me. Their fangs were normal but their claws were extremely sharp. I was scratched a few times and felt dizzy. My eyes saw everything so blurry, my hands started to shake. Maybe their fingernails are laced with anesthetic. They were well prepared to deal with us. I forced myself to stay calm and continued to scratch my wolves one by one. Although I was injured, the anesthetic in my body was gradually taking effect, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily by them. At leas

She came out from behind and stood in front of me. “You’re back to your human form...?” she asked. “Yes.” I replied. “It must have happened while I was sleeping.” Then she gave me a confused look."How come your clothes are still intact after shifting into your wolf and back to human again? The last time you shifted, your clothes were ripped, and you turned back naked." She asked curiously. “It’s the clothes. It belonged to a werewolf, so it’s probably made with wolfen fabric, and it gets absorbed into the skin whenever a werewolf shifts. Most werewolves’ clothes are made with it.” I explained.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.