Werewolf Ripping Shirt Novels & Stories

He pulls so hard that part of my dress rips and that is my undoing. With all the stuff with Magenta, to Jaxon cheating, and then all of them fighting, to now my dress getting ripped. I lose it. I ball my hands into fists and slam my foot into the ground to brace myself before I turn around and face the two wolves who are tearing each other apart. Blood and fur are everywhere and the sounds of teeth on teeth and bones crunching bring dread to my heart.

"This will allow everyone to observe your movements more clearly." Without a word, Cyrus nodded and began peeling off his shirt. His muscles, honed by countless hours of training, were well-defined and glistened under the midday sun. His skin shimmered with a light sheen of sweat, a testament to the intensity of the session. The other werewolf fighters, without questioning the command, followed suit, discarding their own shirts one by one.

He stood up and gently picked Vera up before carrying her out of the ward to get a full checkup. This left me in the middle of a pack of hungry-eyed werewolves. I tried to leave, but a werewolf's clawed hand grabbed my shoulder. With a ripping sound, my sleeve tore. "Let go of me!" I screamed. I pushed the clawed hand away with all my strength as I scrambled and crawled my way out of the ward. Behind me came the werewolves' wild laughter and the sound of thundering footsteps. "Are you running? Let's see where you can run to!"

Like there's a struggle going on inside him. I'm shaking so badly as I struggle to sit up and stab him like I should. I lift my hand to do the task but freeze. His shirt starts to rip. Then he climbs off the bed and shifts before my eyes. Zach is no longer near. The beast stands inches from me in his full form. A massive black werewolf with glossy thick furs and claws that shine in the dark. He stares at me as if fascinated. The needle slips off my grip from the shivering.

I could put a few bullets into the bastards and make sure they couldn’t hurt us. Only, I didn’t get that far. Two other men grabbed me easily and flung me between them like a rag doll, tearing at my dress as they laughed. I was barely aware of Amarok as he ripped through another wolf, his grey fur covered in blood and his single black ear was the only way I recognised him. There was a tearing sound as the one man ripped the bodice of my dress, and I slapped him as hard as I could - an automatic reaction that I wish had been a punch instead.

His eyes go wide as I shred my clothes. My brown wolfs head emerges as I shift. Growling fiercely as his massive jaws severs Ian's arm. His hand with his gun still in it, hit the pavement. Lucy shifts and her wolf jumps on one of Ian's men, tearing his throat out. Ian shifts into his tan wolf and tries to fight me off, but it's a bit hard to fight with three paws.

Otherwise I do not know what to do, since I am much weaker than the disgusting werewolf. Cody looks so angry. I do not think I have ever seen him as angry as he looks as he starts beating up the guy in his wolf form. Cody is obviously winning but I am scared when he is going to kill the other wolf. Cody is currently on top of the other wolf and is baring his canines. He buries them deep into the other wolf's flesh making the wolf growl out in pain as he rips a piece out causing me to gasp in fear. I quickly cover my mouth to keep silent. The other wolf kicks Cody off him and beats down hard on his arm but thankfully does not rip any flesh away. Cody then pushes the wolf away and scratches th

the burly one joined it. Disgusting! They enjoyed raping she-wolves! He flipped my body around, so I was lying on my back now, and the burly one pinned my hands above my head on the ground. “This is what a rogue for - to satisfy our needs,” the smaller one said as he tore my dress into two. I kept struggling despite knowing my strength could not be compared to these two disgusting werewolves. “Look at those tits. I’m going to have a fun time with them later after you,” the burly one told his friend.

Before I could get my breath back its teeth tore into my arms. I gasped and tried to get it off me but another wolf was already with us, one of its back paws pressing against my shoulder, ripping at my stomach. Tears brimmed my eyes before falling freely. The black wolf shredded my shirt and all I could do was let out a pained cry. I couldn't tell how many there were but it was a sea of body's, paws pressing into me, hot breath creasing my skin, tongues licking at my blood, teeth destroying my flesh.

"There's a werewolf between the bushes!" Quickly everyone ran from the pond grabbing their clothes as the werewolf slowly walked from between the bushes that were concealing him from us. It was larger than a bear. With each step it took it growls at us getting closer to us. My entire body trembled and everyone gathered close behind me crying in fear. "What are we going to do, Red, I'm so sorry that I didn't listen to you and now we're all going to die?" cried Delaphine. "Run for your life!" shouted Junior.