Werewolf Ripping Clothes 소설 & 이야기

A faint, amused smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. I looked down. The cool air of the stone corridor hit my bare skin. I did not have a single stitch of clothing on. "I need new clothes," I muttered, my cheeks burning as I looked toward the empty wardrobe across the room. Two nights ago, the pressure inside my skull had grown too loud. April, my lycan wolf, had torn through my skin in a violent, agonizing shift. I had shredded every dress, every shirt, and every tunic in the room into tiny ribbons before Mitchell could pin me to the floor to calm me down. Since then, I had simply refused to wear anything at all.

His clothes were ripped apart as he transformed into his wolf while pouncing on him and the familiar dark wolf was growling viciously as his jaw angrily pulled out a chunk of his flesh, making me flinch back. I never saw Theodore’s wolf attacking someone before. My eyes widened in disbelief when Theodore’s wolf was pushed back with force and Alexander also shifted into his wolf and he tried attacking Theodore. My heart was beating inside my chest as I saw both of them fighting dangerously, lusting for each other’s blood.

I ripped off his ear as if tearing a paper. "Alpha!" While the weak werewolf screamed, the others cowered where they were standing. But some of their legs wore off and they had to tremble while both knees were on the floor. "It's my turn to pave way for the others to bear pups, yes, but that doesn't give you the fucking right to remind me the heck every fucking time!" I gripped another ear and tore that one off his head as well, drawing a whine from his mouth like a little pussy.

The way the light shines through the branches of the trees is unique and special, it always makes me feel at home to see the light like this. We hike up to a small stream about 3 feet deep and five feet wide. Micheal and Peter start to strip the second we stop walking. I blush and turn my back to them. Nakedness is no big deal to most werewolves, clothing doesn't shift with you into wolf form, so if you will shred your clothingif you shift while dressed, and either way when you shift back you will be naked. Just as I am thinking this something occurs to me... "Ansel!" I call out, a little louder than I meant to.

It won't matter anymore, they're here. The first wolf pounced on her from behind bringing her to the ground. It tore her cape apart which elicited a loud moan of grief from her. That cloak was given to her by her mother and now that beast had torn it apart. The wolf had lifted her skirt and tore her panties with its sharp teeth exposing her pink genitalia into the cold air before licking it up. Her fear and sadness were replaced by rage as she grabbed a large stone near her head. She turned over on her back just as the wolf was planning on shoving its cock inside her pussy and bashed its head with the stone splitting its skull open.

I was going to catch a cold if I stayed in this outfit. "Ahhhh!" I screamed as the person ripped the tape from my mouth. It hurts like a bitch! "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I screamed out. "What have I ever done to you?" Thwack! My head turned to the other side as I felt a stinging slap to my face. I tasted metal in my mouth, and I spat out the blood. Shit! The person must be a werewolf because it isn't human strength. "Who the fuck are you?" I felt another slap on my right cheek.

Then again, I was already grown and ready to take on the world. As soon as she steps out of the room, I begin to strip out of my clothes. I did not want to try changing with her in here. I might be used to nudity since I am a werewolf but it is just embarrassing for anybody to see me try to change my clothes right now. As I pull on the new dress, I have to admit that I have been missing out. This just slides right over my head. No trying to get a pair of pants up while standing on one leg. I have been missing out this entire time.

He tore at my clothes, ripping it off my skin. “Let me go!” I screamed, kicking, biting, scratching—anything, everything. But he didn’t care. He didn’t stop. “No one can hear you,” he laughed, breath hot and foul against my face as he tore off the rest of my underwear, leaving me exposed and shaking. “You think someone’s coming to save you?” “You foolish—” He paused to unbuckle his trousers, his eyes wild, feral—like an unhinged wolf without the honor of one.

Flesh is not made to be used as wrecking balls and what was left was probably unidentifiable. We rushed quietly to come to aid to the teams ahead. It probably didn’t take us more than forty seconds to reach them. By that time the fight was over. I saw the wolf-man melt effortlessly back into a man. The shift had been controlled enough to keep the clothes intact, and only the footwear was missing. Damn, I’ve never seen anything this impressive from a werewolf.

I could put a few bullets into the bastards and make sure they couldn’t hurt us. Only, I didn’t get that far. Two other men grabbed me easily and flung me between them like a rag doll, tearing at my dress as they laughed. I was barely aware of Amarok as he ripped through another wolf, his grey fur covered in blood and his single black ear was the only way I recognised him. There was a tearing sound as the one man ripped the bodice of my dress, and I slapped him as hard as I could - an automatic reaction that I wish had been a punch instead.