Werewolf Ripping Shirt Novels & Stories

The werewolf reared back and howled to the moonlit night sky as loud as it could and she tensed, gritting her teeth as she waited for the horrible moment to come. But then her arms were free and the pressure between her thighs eased as the werewolf rolled off of her. Confused, she opened one eye and looked around. Then she blinked both eyes open and dared to look around. Off to one side the werewolf was crying in agony as it scratched at its back trying to get a metal rod of some sorts that was now protruding out of its right shoulder. "It burns! It burns!" it cried out as he clawed at it.

One of them spits and I flinch as his saliva just misses my thigh. Another grabs me, pulling me back up. “Let’s see what makes her worth all that money.” He says as the others jeer. I squirm, trying to get out his grasp. Another Wolf steps in front of me grabbing the collar of my t-shirt and rips it off me.

suddenly about four-day walkers merged from the shadows and into the light of the burning torches. Without hesitation I let out my wolf stretching my favourite comfy shirt, tearing it into pieces. I jumped over the first vampire and tore his skin from his chest before dropping down on the ground. Kelsie turned into wolf form and joined me, killing the one that stood closest to her, breaking its neck. We both growled at the remaining two and leapt on them with one move, tearing their bodies apart. "Nobody messes with us!" I growled as I was shifting back in human form, hiding my naked body from the kids.

CHAPTER 130 AUTHOR'S POV A minute later, Wilson is seated on his chair, gasping for air from the shock and what he just faced. The werewolf had managed to use his teeth to tear through Wilson's flesh with such terrifying force and speed, leaving behind a deep and jagged laceration on the side of Wilson's neck. And immediately the werewolf did that, that was when the substance kicked in, and it fell back to the bed weak, but Wilson noticed the smirk on its face as it became weak.

I grabbed his other arm and, with all my strength, I flipped him hard onto the ground. Before I could step back, his massive jaws sank into my arm. I screamed in pain, struggling to pull free. Blood poured from the wound as his teeth dug deeper, his growls vibrating through my bones. Finally, with desperation, I broke free from the clutches of his teeth and stumbled back, clutching the bleeding arm. Ravok wasted no time. Still in his werewolf form, he charged at me again, his golden eyes blazing with fury. I clenched my fists, ignoring the pain from my arm. I had had enough of this.

I heard them. “Why aren’t they shifting?” “The silver’s going to keep them from doing so.” “Come on, boys. We’re going to catch us a pair of alpha werewolves!” The laughter made my blood boil as he stumbled under an outcropping of rock. Tony was getting paler. I pulled off my shirt and started to rip it. Our beta did the same and pressed against the wounds. I tied the strips as tight as possible. Tony’s eyes were bleary, looking up at me as I worked.

Dexter came forward with a smile as he asked what should be done to me today. " Rip her clothes off" " Burn her alive" " Let's have turns with her" I heard hateful replies as Dexter continued laughing, obviously enjoying himself. He asked for a knife as he took hold of the hem of my already torn dress. He stripped me off and left me in my underwear.A roar of laughter followed as he was about to touch my breast. I felt my eyes twitch. I let out a loud howl as my wolf took control. The chain broke and I immediately shifted in the air. I landed on one of the rogues closest to me as I chewed away its neck . As everyone was in shock I used that as an advantage to run away. I ran without looking b

Eh? One of them just responded me with a simple smile. It was apparent that she was the one in charged among the group. They were werewolves too. They nodded with each other and before I could stop their hands to reach me, they were able to hold me once more, then forcefully took off my clothes and accidentally ripped them when I struggled. What kind of deal I agree with him? “I can take off my own clothes! I'm gonna get peeked because of what you're doing!” I protested.

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

He reached between them and grabbed a hold of Lexon's shirt, and let out a little growl as he pulled his arms apart, splitting Lexon's shirt in half. Lexon pulled back shocked, then felt his eyes burn brighter as he throbbed against his little wolf. Lexon sat back as he slid out of the torn fabric. His little wolf whimpered as he watched Lexon's torn shirt fall from his body. Lexon was tall, and lean. He wasn't as bulky as a werewolf, but the man had muscles! Every part of his body was cut, and defined. His stomach was like a washboard, the lines rippled along it.