Werewolf Ripping Clothes Novels & Stories

The pain is making my vision flicker. And yet, through the haze, through the mind-numbing agony, one completely ridiculous thought rears its face. I still have all my clothes on. I manage to choke out, “Werewolf magic is wild.” Luca turns to me at last, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. “What?” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut for a second, trying—and failing—to push past the blinding pain. “When we shift, we get to keep our clothes.” I grit my teeth through the words, voice shaking. “That’s… wild.”

Roger tackles the werewolf to the ground and pushes his head under the water, the werewolf struggles to break free and starts to swallow water, after a while, it stops struggling and its body goes limp. Jessica sees the limp body of one werewolf and the impaled body of the other, thinking the battle is over she comes out from behind the tree she was hiding. Roger is still on top of the drowned werewolf, he lets out a loud roar and grabs the dead werewolf and digs his teeth into the neck of the werewolf, and shakes his head, he rips a large piece of flesh from the werewolf and sends blood gushing from the wound engulfing his face. Jessica looks on in horror as the monster she loves tears the

Eh? One of them just responded me with a simple smile. It was apparent that she was the one in charged among the group. They were werewolves too. They nodded with each other and before I could stop their hands to reach me, they were able to hold me once more, then forcefully took off my clothes and accidentally ripped them when I struggled. What kind of deal I agree with him? “I can take off my own clothes! I'm gonna get peeked because of what you're doing!” I protested.

“What is a pretty human like you doing in the werewolf world, anyways?“ asked the one who captured me as he let his last piece of clothing drop to the ground. I cried and yelled in freight as he stood stark naked over me. “And in the forests for that matter?“ he smirked before squatting and grabbing my breasts. “Get away from me, you fool!“ I screamed suddenly, spitting on his face. His gaze darkened in anger and he slapped me across my face, making my pain and cries intensify. I saw stars in my vision, and my heart tightened in an uncensored way. And I suddenly grew silent, losing all hope. He asked the other guy holding me to let go. Then he tore the upper part of my gown in haste so my br

He glanced at her over his shoulder knowingly. "That's what I thought, Rae. You didn't know who I was or what I wanted, and I was eating your food. If rage doesn't trigger you then I don't know what does. We're going to have to find out." Deeper into the woods they went. Rae was trying not to think about taking her clothes off. Tearing them was out of the question. Werewolves were larger than ordinary wolves, so even if her clothes didn't tear completely, they wouldn't be fit to wear. She only had a few clothes with her and she'd need them, all of them. Especially her underwear.

This time, people look at me, but it’s more subtle and not so overwhelmingly hateful. When we get to the forest line, Xander begins to take his clothes off. “Ummm….” I turn quickly, trying to give him some privacy. “Sorry, werewolves are used to nudity. We have to strip to shift, otherwise we shred our clothes all the time.” He says and I hear him continuing to remove his clothes.

But it wasn't enough, and I continued. I moved to my dresser and started throwing my clothes everywhere, ripping my shirts, and throwing my shoes at the wall. My anger was increasing, and I couldn't control it anymore. I grabbed my nightstand, flipped it over, and it broke into pieces. The sound of the wood splintering filled the room, and I was blinded by fury. I was a werewolf, and I had more strength than a regular human. I used it to my advantage, tearing apart the bed, the curtains, and the pillows. The feathers flew everywhere, and I laughed at the destruction I had caused. But my fury wasn't satisfied yet.

I hurried to unzip his pants. With still my underwear on, my legs wrapped around his waist and I bucked up to feel his bulge. Happily, I was able to feel it and my goodness, he was already thick and deliciously long underneath his drawers. “Se...re...na...” He groaned, almost biting my lip, and then reached for my underwear. I thought he’d pull it to the side to make a clear path, but oh no, he instead ripped it to pieces. Easily. Without any hint of remorse. I didn’t need to wonder how. Heck, he was a werewolf after all.

Her eyes grew wide so positively as her arms flew to her stomach, her knees hitting onto the filthy floor with a painful thud, and her eyes lifted to the dark wolf who had just shifted to his human form, but with dark pants on him. It was so shocking and terrifying, something I was yet to understand how it had happened. In our werewolf world, wolves shifted without clothes and changed back to their human form naked. But this unfamiliar, huge wolf with scarred stripes changed back to human with a pant on him as his eyes returned to Rita and then to the crouched witch.

There was no telling what Cole would do—his hatred for Derek ran deep, the fact that he ran away with me. Derek thrust my clothes into my hands—what little remained of them—and quickly pulled on his own. I fumbled with the tattered fabric, my fingers shaking. Luckily, a spare cloth lay in the corner of the hut, and I snatched it up, wrapping it around myself for some cover. Before I could finish, the door burst open. Two werewolves stormed in, their beastly forms towering and eyes glowing with blue.