Werewolf Ripping Clothes Novels & Stories

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He didn’t even flinch. “Keeping you safe,” he said calmly. “And making sure those rogue wolves don't come back again.” My eyes widened. Three hours?! I grabbed the nearest scrap of fabric I could find, which was his jacket, wrapping it around myself while shaking with anger and embarrassment. But since the fight had mostly drained out of me, I mumbled, “Why did you look away?” He raised a brow, unimpressed. “Delilah. You collapsed unconscious after releasing a shockwave that nearly flattened half the forest. Werewolves lose their clothing when they shift. You know this.”

The banging comes again and a woman's voice, nearly hysterical, calls Silvia's name. "Valerie," says Silvia and I can tell that's not good. She races to the door while go into the bathroom and I haul on the stranger's clothing. I instantly love the clothes. The shirt moulds to my skin. The pants are made from some cool, loose and durable fabric. I see they look a lot like the clothes that the werewolves at the glass packhouse wore. I wash my face and run my hands through my hair. Looking in the mirror, I see I have a few days worth of stubble which I should be grateful Silvia or the Witch didn't try to tackle. My hair falls across my eyes which means I need a haircut.

Realizing that he would not find anything, he turned to the horses, hoping to find at least something in the saddlebags. The animals neighed warily, tried to rear up or run away. The werewolf growled softly, which, oddly enough, made the horses subdue. Many of the bags had already been gutted, and Vic was in charge here. Yarsi peered into the nearest one, pulled out thick leather pants trimmed with metal scales at the knees, turned them doubtfully in his hands, and temporarily put them aside. An examination of the other bags revealed a few thin shirts, a leather vest, a pair of headbands, but no other pants. With a sigh, the werewolf picked up a suitable garment and, looking around, headed f

Meanwhile, the person that was being worried about by Avery and Solution laid naked on the forest floor. “Ugh”! She groaned in pain. “Where am I and why am I naked”? She asked herself as she looked around her. Normally, when werewolves transform, they usually do it in clothes that can stretch to accommodate their wolf form. Most wolves do not wear those clothes all over their body since it can get quite uncomfortable once they transform but they usually wear just enough to cover their privates but since Cabrera's wolf form was way bigger than her clothes had room for, they ripped.

He told me to come with him. Luca had asked me to climb his back so we would get to his destination faster. This was well-said as we got to the exact place in less than 10 seconds. It was his house but a sacred part. I entered the underground with him. He put me in place, ordering me to remove my clothes. I suddenly asked why. He said when werewolves shifted, their clothes tore into shreds. So, to avoid this, I had to totally take it off.

“You already said they are hybrids. I’ve explained as much as I could about werewolves being real. However, I cannot prove it.” “Prove it?” Austin furrowed his brow. “You called me here to strip for your girlfriend and her kids? That’s messed up.” Austin chuckled. “Strip? Whoa, he’s going to strip?” River and Sage shared a curious look as they sized Austin up. “No one is stripping!” I shouted. “Why would your son need to, as he calls it, strip?” I questioned, looking at Hale. “When a werewolf shifts to their wolf, their human clothes are torn. Austin is being crass about it, but he would need to undress to avoid ripping his clothes.” Hale explained.

You choose now to leave? I don't see any better time. I'm naked for Pete's sake! Your problem not mine. Our problem. Our friggin problem! could practically hear her laughing in my head. What was this, some sort of practical joke or something? You need to start getting comfortable in your own skin, you're a werewolf, occasions will rise. Definitely not like this! I looked around desperately looking for an answer. My clothes. Which are ripped and shredded to pieces a few kilometers from this place.

Soon, they managed to overpower me. "Bitch, how dare you kick me? Guys, don't let her go! Fuck some sense into her! Teach her a good lesson and make her behave herself," The werewolf who was kicked by me in the crotch shouted angrily. The rest of the werewolves managed to pin me on the floor, and their evil hands reached out to touch me. "No, no..." I shook my head and tried my best to resist. There was a loud ripping sound as my apron was torn into pieces, revealing a large part of my snow-white skin.

the voice snapped. Ludric yanked the door open, leaving her no choice but to step forward. Through the doorway, she could see the werewolf standing in the bushy yard. He looked like a border guard. “Please, don't hurt me,” she pleaded, making her voice pitiful as she moved closer. “I said both hands!” he barked, spotting her holding her shirt with one hand while raising the other. “Please, my buttons are gone. Rogues attacked me, and I just barely managed to escape here. They… they tried to rape me!” Tears trickled down her cheeks on cue, matching the tremor in her voice.

Only that as I stepped out, a massive black wolf pinned me down, causing me to hit my head on the stony ground, but the wolf did not seem to mind. Paralyzed with fear by the wolf’s heavy breathing, which instilled in me a much deeper terror than Vito ever had, I could only watch with wide teary eyes as the wolf took hold of the flimsy material of the dress I wore, ripping it into pieces until I was left naked. I folded my lips, as I stared back at the dark familiar eyes of the black wolf.