Werewolf Ripping Clothes Novels & Stories

Lucas howled and collided mid-air with one of the wolves just before it made contact with me, the two of them rolling across the forest floor in a flurry of fangs and fur. The sound was horrifying—snapping jaws and ripping flesh. Tufts of fur went flying, blood sprayed. That collar I’d bought sailed through the air, ripped clean in half. The other two wolves were circling closer to me now, snapping their teeth at my clothes. One of them made contact, and a long fang caught my sweater, ripping the fabric and grazing the skin beneath. I shrieked and scrambled away, gripping my bloody arm, just moments before the other wolf lunged for me.

Cooler than Oryndor’s wolf, too. ‘Oh, I still remember the feel of Oryndor’s wolf—Alarick, right? But guess what? My fur is even softer! Once I’m properly groomed, I’ll be fluffy and adorable. Though I’ll have to keep shifting if you don’t want to end up stuck like this…’ Yeah… That was the one thing every newly awakened werewolf dreaded: ending up naked because your clothes got shredded. I wrapped the torn pieces of fabric around myself as best I could, trying to look at least halfway decent. A lot of men were probably watching me through the witch’s globe right now. I really hoped I wasn’t making anyone too uncomfortable.

The booming crunch almost stopped, giving way to continuous champing, Alud finished his feast, complaining a little that the food was not quite healthy and not as tasty as before. Fragments of bones and scraps of clothing, pools of blood around, torn flesh, that's all that remains of a person. The werewolf turned his head, looking for some kind of package. From the shaggy mouth flew blood mixed with saliva, in time with the turns of the head, the shiny coat trembled slightly, sometimes filled with glare from the light.

We had all come to a ball so the thought of needing a change of clothes had not crossed most of our minds. Though, most of the wolves always carried a spare set of clothes around to avoid embarrassing situations. Victor ran through the field, dutifully doing his work and he came to me after a while and handed me one pair too. I took the clothes in my jaw and ran behind a car to turn. So did most of the werewolves while some just didn’t bother seeking cover and turned in the open battlefield. I just shook my head and turned before quickly wearing the clothes Victor had handed me.

He stopped to listen when he recognized Lola her voice. “Why are you doing this?” Lola asked with a trembling voice. Marc just laughed, “You really like stirring up trouble, don’t you? I guess I will do everyone a favor by killing you.” Noah didn’t even have time to do anything. As soon as Achak heard his mate getting threatened, he took over and transformed. Luckily Noah had not taken herbs the last couple of days because Lola wasn’t near him anyway. Achak jumped down the stairs and landed on top of Marc. Lola screamed and Achak just wanted to rip into Marc his flash when he also transformed. His big black wolf was much stronger than Achak thought, and he had a hard time fighting him. He go

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.

I unleash a barrage of swift attacks, my claws slicing through the air, meeting flesh and bone with a resounding impact. The first rogue werewolf lunges at me, jaws wide open, aiming for my throat. Instinctively, I twist my body, evading the attack with a graceful swiftness. With a powerful swipe of my paw, I strike his side, feeling the satisfying crunch of bones breaking beneath my claws. He yelps in pain, stumbling back, momentarily incapacitated.

It took me completely by surprise. His hand. Just like his other Werewolves , his fingers were all elongated and I couldn't fight him. He slashed my dress and it disintegrated against his claws ,fall on the ground so easily as if he had scissors for the claws. If a thick fabric didn't even have a fighting chance , my skin was going to tear like wet paper at his hands.

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 I kicked in the crotch yelled. 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 but it was futile. There was a loud ripping sound as my apron was torn into pieces, revealing a large part of my snow-white skin.

I weakly cursed as I picked up my black Calvin Klein boxer, I looked to the side wondering if the wind had just blown my t-shirt and my jeans away but I saw nothing. "Ugh! Naughty kids." I can't help but feel a little bit annoyed when I thought that the kids here in the pack house might have taken my clothes, they really love doing this to my pack warriors. "I guess I'm going to the cellar with only my boxer now," I said softly to myself and put on my Calvin Klein boxer. It is normal in a werewolf pack to see naked bodies everywhere because every time we shift whether into our wolf form or human form we always need to take off our clothes.