Werewolf Tearing Off Shirt Novels & Stories

When I didn’t respond, he sighed and started rolling up his sleeves to reveal his sinewy forearms beneath. “Look,” he said, pointing to various small scars on his tanned arms. “Burns from cooking. Cuts from working.” He hesitated for a moment, then began unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening. My heart rate picked up as more of his skin was revealed, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from lurching forward and touching the spots where he had exposed himself. He pulled his shirt open, revealing a jagged scar across his chest. “See this scar?” he asked. I nodded. “It was from a stupid fight many years ago. Werewolves get hurt too, Audrey. Everyone does

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.

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.

I threw off my shirt, only in my sports bra. Turning on my heel, I planted myself and put my fists up. Hector had gotten out, also stripping out of his shirt. He stalked over to me but he started to run towards me as he got closer. I waited, seeing what he would do. His claws extended and he swiped at me but I moved aside. He was quick for a werewolf but he wasn’t quick enough. I could see his movements. I could easily dodge, deflect or grab them. Stepping forward, I unleashed a punch to his abs. Hector slide back a couple feet but stayed standing.

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.

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.

“Which we do already.” Heath pushed up from the trunk and began to undress, keeping his eyes to himself as was werewolf courtesy. Shifting was tough on clothing, so werewolves stripped to the skin in order to save their wardrobe, unless urgency required otherwise. Werewolf etiquette was not to look, or, at least, not to obviously look, at those people getting naked around you.

He had moved so fast that no one had seen it clearly. “Brother!” The man in purple was shocked, approaching in horror. “How… how could you…” “Damn it!” “Werewolf” cursed, tearing off his vest to tightly wrap his severed arm. “Brother, your arm…” The man in purple was devastated, reaching out as if to touch the wound, but unsure where to start. “Werewolf” gritted his teeth. “What are you doing? Move!” “No, I care about you!” The man in purple’s eyes were red. “Honey, he dared to do this to you. I won’t let him get away with it!”

Her hand is clasped to it, but she’s in too much shock that she can’t comprehend that she has to put pressure in it. “Mother fucker!” I scream, wrapping my hands around the wolfs big hairy neck, squeezing tight until it stops breathing then quickly turning it all the way to the left so I can hear it crack in my hold and feel the beasts life drain away. The wolfs big heavy body instantly drops to the ground and I don’t even bother checking to see if it’s completely dead. Willow needs my attention, not the damn thing who tried to take her life- take her from me! Quickly approaching her bleeding body on the ground, I rip off my suit jacket, dropping it to the ground right before tearing off my

It's very wrong that this thing misjudged me. I heard its annoyed growl as it tried to chase after me, but I could easily avoid it. I was like a shadow, and no one could ever touch a shadow. When I get bored playing with this stinky dog, I immediately jump higher than it as I quickly take out my sharp nails and swing my hand to attack the werewolf right on its shoulder near its neck. It bled as I swung my other arm, and without difficulty, my sharp nails ran through it like a blade, slicing its head off. His blood immediately splattered on my black drop seat that I had under a beige sleeveless shirt. That's why I could see his blood there, but I didn't bother to remove it because I knew it w