Werewolf Tearing Off Shirt Novels & Stories

But on that day, I could tell it was a really close one. Let's just say, I wouldn't be surprised to see if he ripped off his shirt, shifted into a wolf, and tore the young man into pieces.

I weakly cursed as I picked up my black Calvin Klein boxer, I looked to the side wondering if the wind had just blown my t-shirt and my jeans away but I saw nothing. "Ugh! Naughty kids." I can't help but feel a little bit annoyed when I thought that the kids here in the pack house might have taken my clothes, they really love doing this to my pack warriors. "I guess I'm going to the cellar with only my boxer now," I said softly to myself and put on my Calvin Klein boxer. It is normal in a werewolf pack to see naked bodies everywhere because every time we shift whether into our wolf form or human form we always need to take off our clothes.

The thought of the werewolf tearing the car open, and taking her away was giving her anticipatory anxiety. "Hey!" Alex calmly said to the werewolf. "Huh?" He responded. "..Tell your fellow comrades to stop tearing up the car i personally built." Alex said to him, and his tattoos began to glow. "...Why is the tattoos in his body glowing all of a sudden?" The werewolf thought to himself, and turn to his fellow comrades. "...Faster! Faster!" He shouts at them to go faster in what they were doing. "...We are tearing as fast as we can...so stop shouting at us, and come and join us." One of the werewolf said to him, and her word made him angry.

I opened the door and saw Helena with another werewolf. The werewolf tore off his shirt, while Helena calmly messed up her own hair. She grabbed the werewolf’s claws, and left several scratches on her shoulder. They drew closer. Suddenly, the werewolf saw me through the crack of the door. I realized something was wrong and tried to leave. It was too late. This was a trap.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face as I stare at Atlas whose wound was still bleeding. Shouldn't it have healed by now? “Atlas why isn't your wound closing up? You're a werewolf aren't you? So why isn't it closing up?” My voice got higher as tears streamed down, I tried to stop the tears from flowing but they betrayed me.. Tearing a piece from my shirt, I pressed it into Atlas's wound, trying to stop it from bleeding too much.

Everything went still. “What the hell happened here?” a familiar voice growled. I struggled to look up and saw Arthur, his eyes red and his face boiling with rage. He stormed toward the werewolf and jerked him up by his fur, his claws piercing deep into the man’s skin. The once monstrous wolf let out a cry of agony, shifting back to human form.

When he raised his claws, the werewolf closed his eyes and waited for the pain. However, when he opened his eyes, he was unscathed. He looked up and saw Brett chuckling while holding his bandana. The man held his forehead while catching his breath. “You should be thankful that I don’t want to get eliminated by killing you,” Brett said. “Or else, I might have gouged your eyes already. Grrrl…” Although he was scared for nothing, the weak werewolf was thankful that he could get out of the field without major injuries. Time passed.

they were glowing dangerously gold! He didn’t slow down.. he just grabbed the front of his own suit jacket and shirt and tore. I’m talking one clean rip with buttons flew everywhere and there it was.. everything.. every single glorious, sculpted, sun-kissed inch of his abdomen. I swear, angels sang..! His claws were out, long and lethal. The masked guy hesitated, looking from Jacob to something behind him. I heard the sirens then, real close and coming fast. The guy made a decision. There was a sickening sound of tearing fabric and a massive,m dark grey wolf stood where he’d been, shedding clothes onto the asphalt. He turned and bolted down the street, disappearing into the gathering twiligh

The thought managed to kick my mind into working again. He's a werewolf who'll eventually find his mate. He didn't expect it when his Henley shirt caught on fire before I shoved him away, almost falling to the floor. He was shocked, surprised by what happened and he tore his shirt off his body. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He said with a threatening growl.

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.