Werewolf Ripping Clothes Novels & Stories

No need making this mess even more complicated. I stood on the sidewalk covered in blood and gore and shivering from the chilly weather. I needed clothes. One of the annoying downsides about being a werewolf was the constant reduction of wardrobe from unplanned, or accidental shifting. Now I knew why most werewolves I knew wore really cheap clothing. I muttered a small apology before breaking into a store that sold thrift clothes. There were no alarms, I thanked Gods, and I quickly slipped inside and got myself into a large sweater and sweatpants.

I've never slept in a smaller bed than the one in our room, and although it was intended for two people, I think they were made with dwarves rather than big guys in mind. 'A jog?' Rip yawned as he slowly woke up, cracking his vertebrae in the neck. 'You betcha. It's high time to get acquainted with the area that belongs to us according to the werewolf‘s law.' I confirmed, walking out the main exit and into the vast driveway with the still uncollected remains of the Roy and Esther sculpture. I shook my head skeptically once again before walking around the building and facing towards the tree line. I stripped off my clothes as soon as I passed the line and hung my clothes on a high branch befo

“Look, I can't tell you yet. I still have some stuff to figure out first but I promise, it's not anything negative." Tate looked suspicious but decided not to say anything. “You going on a run? Need company?" he asked. I wanted to say no but decided against it. Company is exactly what I needed. At the very least, it would guarantee I wouldn't do something stupid like run straight to Aurora or Steve. “Actually, I would love some company," I replied. “Cool, let me go grab a spare," he said and disappeared. When wolves shift, our clothes tend to rip and tear so we developed the habit of always carrying spares with us. Either that or stripping completely naked before shifting which sometimes wor

We walked into it until Zaliver felt we were far away from the island. Unlike most werewolf stories, our clothes wouldn’t shred while shifting. I mean, think about it. When shifting, our bones would break and reform, and fur would sprout. We would be dead if we had to shift for a fight, especially if we were caught off guard. The first time our bones did break and our clothes tore off was when we had our earliest transitioning from human to wolf. After that, every shift was almost like a satisfying yawn. In human form, our wolf would be inside of us, and while we were in wolf form, our human body would be kept inside. It was just a switch of control. Our clothes would no longer shred, preven

She's finding it hard to get along with others, especially witnessing this unusual behavior. "What? We normally do this when we transform and run. We can't keep our clothes anyway. The clothes will only be torn when we wear them while transforming, "Antoneitte said. Antoneitte nearly face palmed herself when she heard Aesthelia's words, because that was the last thing she was expecting to hear. "Oh yeah, right. You're right, "Aesthelia said, nodding her head anxiously. Aesthelia remembered that part of the werewolf stories. They would strip themselves naked before turning into wolves.

they were glowing dangerously gold! He didn’t slow down.. he just grabbed the front of his own suit jacket and shirt and tore. I’m talking one clean rip with buttons flew everywhere and there it was.. everything.. every single glorious, sculpted, sun-kissed inch of his abdomen. I swear, angels sang..! His claws were out, long and lethal. The masked guy hesitated, looking from Jacob to something behind him. I heard the sirens then, real close and coming fast. The guy made a decision. There was a sickening sound of tearing fabric and a massive,m dark grey wolf stood where he’d been, shedding clothes onto the asphalt. He turned and bolted down the street, disappearing into the gathering twiligh

“Can you do this?” A hard wipe of a sleeve. “Yeah. Okay.” They stepped—two fire teams, bounding overwatch—under the dark skirts of the trees. The first hit fell. A massive werewolf dropped from the branches like a boulder of fur and teeth, smashing into Linda. Claws tore armour like paper. She screamed, hands scrabbling at slick hide. “Help me!” Tara’s scream ripped free as the others opened up—muzzles strobing the gloom. Rounds thudded; the beast barely flinched. It bit, wrenched—Linda’s trachea came away in its jaws; a red arc painted the pavement.

I had a splitting headache, worse than one of those headaches I would get after a wild night out with Monica. My eyelids reluctantly peeled opened and I groaned as fire licked my wrists and the lower half of my body. I hissed when I attempted to move but ended up making more contact with the silver coating the ground. My clothes had been discarded and I felt mixture of disgust and anger knowing that someone else had put their hands on me to strip me bare. Nudity was common amongst werewolves but that didn't give some random dipship the privilege to take my clothes off while I wasn't even conscious. "Gracey?" Monica's raspy voice called. She sounded...broken.

He does this ten times before tearing the male's pants off. Henry's manhood is small for a werewolf but average for a human. Helios grabs Henry's balls, and to our utter amusement, he has the audacity to beg. "No, please! Please, your majesty," Henry screams as Helios slowly tears his sack from his body. Blood gushes out of the weeping, barely conscious male. Helios tears the remaining male organ from between his legs swiftly. Before ripping his throat out. The warriors drop the offending flesh to the grass, and a moment of utter silence falls. Helios lifts his nose towards the sky and howls, and the entire pack, myself included, joins him.