Werewolf Tearing Off Shirt Novels & Stories

He leaned against the doorframe like he was going to fall to the ground. I stood. We met eye contact. I asked him, “Are you alright? What happened?” “I fought off a werewolf,” he answered. His voice wasn’t all that steady. I noticed how the shirt was ripped afterward. He had to move his hand away for me to see. I stood by the couch, unable to move. He didn’t look alright. He was even paler than before and the shirt kept getting redder. He was still breathing. “Are you going to be okay?” I asked.

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.

I muttered covering my eyes with my fingers. “Oh, sorry about the no-shirt-on, I didn't realize it would make you uncomfortable,” he said with a grin, clearly enjoying himself. “You can open your eyes now; my shirt is back on.” I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to see a half-naked young man, but his shirt was truly back on. How fast did he wear it? It was barely a second. Yeah, I knew werewolves were fast, but this was incredibly fast, even for a werewolf. Who the hell is this dude?

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.

The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying. The werewolf turned around and looked at me, its cardinal eyes finding their way to me. I do not feel threatened or scared, I just felt sorrow and pain just by looking into its eyes. It shocked me when it smiled and ran in my direction. “Hey!” a masculine, deep voice shouted from within that I opened my eyes to see Alarick holding my shoulders and staring at me. “Get off me!” I shouted and pushed him hard, effortfully so that he hit the wall.

"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 yelled before turning into a light-gray wolf, ripping his pants to shreds in the process. Two wolves lurched at him, but the rest kept their eyes on me. Grinding my teeth, I stripped off my tunic, and— A large black wolf leaped in front of me, shielding me from others. Then he turned to me and snarled as if to tell me to hurry. I turned, but before my bones elongated and joints shifted into the right places, two rogues were down on the ground, their bodies torn to pieces. Damn. Dearon surely was the apex predator…

And she… kisses well. A few minutes pass before a black SUV pulls up in front of me and Karl steps out dramatically. He stops dead when he sees me. “Why are you shirtless?” he asks, horrified. “I thought you told me you could handle the rogues on your own?!” I glare. “They got my shirt while they barely made it out alive,” I reply, leaving out the part where two of the rogue werewolves managed to dig their claws into my neck. “You really didn’t think I’d lose a battle against ten rogues, did you Karl?”

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 vampire fumed. Joe sighed. “Look, I hate to sound cliché here, but this can either go real easy, or it can get real bad. Even for a vampire. Fig, Willis, why don’t you show him what I mean?” Billy had to turn away from what happened next, despite his best efforts. The sound of tearing fur, ripping flesh, and twisting tendons echoed off the factory walls as Fig and Willis tore the heads off the two unconscious werewolves in front of them.