Werewolf Ripping Shirt Novels & Stories

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.

From a young age I learned to fight a lot of people at once, so holding off these werewolves for a short period of time shouldn't be a problem. After I hit the two wounded werewolves, all the werewolves transformed and jumped at me. Their fangs were normal but their claws were extremely sharp. I was scratched a few times and felt dizzy. My eyes saw everything so blurry, my hands started to shake. Maybe their fingernails are laced with anesthetic. They were well prepared to deal with us. I forced myself to stay calm and continued to scratch my wolves one by one. Although I was injured, the anesthetic in my body was gradually taking effect, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily by them. At leas

She can tell without checking that her ribs are re-fractured, meaning they’ll take even longer now to heal. Takota is silent as she looks Morrigan up and down. She looks between Morrigan and Amira, both with pained expressions. “Get back to work,” she commands, swiftly turning and walking away. A few minutes later, Nicholas calls everyone together to begin their laps in wolf form. When werewolves shift, they tear their clothing, so, as werewolves, they are all used to nudity. Yesterday, Morrigan had been perfectly comfortable stripping from her clothing before shifting into her wolf form. Today, though, she’s painfully aware that her ribs are painted every color of the rainbow.

He raised one clawed hand, aiming to slash Alex’s face wide open— But the slash never came. The werewolf’s hand froze mid-air. His eyes widened in confusion. He couldn't move. His arm was caught—stuck. Alex’s eyes glowed brighter, burning with rage. He had used his strength, his raw willpower, to stop the attack. His hand clenched tightly around the werewolf’s arm. Alex gritted his teeth and rose to his feet, fury fueling his strength. Without warning, he twisted the werewolf’s arm downward, forcing a painful crack from the joint.

Hugging my fully-exposed breasts, I reached out and grabbed it from the ground. This will have to do. I fumbled for the shirt’s opening before tossing it over me. It was big and long, and it touched below my knees but I’m grateful for it. Relieved to finally have some clothing to cover my exposed skin, I sighed. I whip my head to the sound of multiple bones snapping and gushing of blood, followed by a succession of loud whimpers. I let my eyes travel across the scene and saw two wolves lying on the ground. Unmoving.

He smiled in response and took my arm, placing it gently into the plastic bag and taping it closed around my elbow before tearing the tape off with his teeth. Taking the hem of my t-shirt in his hands, he pulled it upward, lifting it up over my head. The temptation to cover myself and disguise my nudity was strong, but I fought it. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. It was part of werewolf culture - when you shift, you're naked. This was completely normal, I reminded myself. Turning around, Ryder deposited my top into the laundry hamper, then he turned back around to face me once more. Unlike last time, he seemed unable to stop his eyes from raking over me now.

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.

What she saw next made her body froze. A werewolf was viciously ripping one man wildly and angrily as it tear out a flesh from the man and spit it out over and over again. The scene was so horrific, she the look the other side and saw the other man lying to the side, already unmoving. From his bloody cloths, she could tell that the man was dead. His ripped head that was sitting beside his body with his eyes opened wide, wandering what had just happened to its owner.

He walked slowly to me as he was wearing a smirk on his face and he held my gown as his veins became visible on his body. He dragged the gown, bringing me closer to him and he tore the gown apart, shredding it completely like a werewolf who just caught his prey. I felt vulnerable as I looked into his eyes, his red eyes crippled me as I tried to cover myself. I wasn’t wearing any bra and my boobs dangled as he struggled to bang me.