Astarion Wig Novels & Stories

Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.” I smiled at that. “Strong name. Befitting a daughter who would have her father’s mouth and temper.” He nodded once, and the smile on his face was one that I couldn’t simply ignore. “And if it’s a boy… Lucian. It means light.” “Light,” I echoed, rolling the word on my tongue. “I like that.” He looked at me, something warm but unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Good. Because that’s what this feels like. Like a little light. The spark that can hold it all together, you know, make sense of things.”

Turning one over, she gazed at it, her eyes watering. With shaky hands and a sniffle, she handed the photo to Aurora. Aurora stared at the man in the picture. He had the same hair color as hers, the same olive skin, lively brown eyes, and a big smile that could likely light up the entire Moonlight Pack. He wore denim jeans, a white top, and a brown leather jacket. His man bun was adorned with many hairpins and held together by a shiny hairband that seemed oddly familiar to Aurora. Rings decorated his fingers, and he held a beautiful, sparkly wand in his hand.

My makeup and hair were already done, courtesy of Vaerion. “I’m a whole damn mood,” I muttered to the mirror. Aster giggled. “You’re a damn vision.” Vaerion didn’t disappoint her either. A shimmering blush pink gown appeared and floated to her, delicate and sparkling like rose quartz moonlight. A flower crown formed over her curls and settled perfectly in place. Gold jewelry, glowing skin, white heels. Literal soft girl celestial princess. Kyren was next, and Vaerion really outdid himself. A pure white tux appeared in a swirl of silver mist, complete with a silk scarf dyed to match Aster’s dress. When he stepped into it, we all just… stared. The man looked like he could slay a god and ask it

She gives me a glum and disapproving look, “Well hurry up! The club is starting to get full! Word out is a visiting alpha is in town with his men which means, eventually they will find their way here for some stress release! Be ready!” I nod and head to the back to begin getting ready for the night. Knowing some of Callen’s men might come in has me a little worried, but every girl here at one point doesn’t want someone to find them here so we have a few wigs in the dressing rooms for that exact reason. Any girl seen wearing one of these colorful wigs is a dead giveaway we are hiding from someone the night we are wearing the wig. The blue wig means we are hiding from an angry ex-boyfriend, th

Still, if I could find a way to protect Gunther, I would do anything for a chance at happiness. Drying my eyes, I grabbed a pink wig and put it on. This was a short bob style and I did my make up really dramatic so it didn’t look like me. Most of the warriors were out again and I just watched Alpha Alec leave with Penny and Luna Kristen. This would give me a window to do this.

" You're ready, princess?" " Yeah, sure." I reply as she locks her arms with mine as we leave. ••••• I stare at my reflection in the mirror and run my fingers down the wig. I don't know why I chose red. Alexa says whoever we're impersonating is a redhead and she's supposed to be stripping at Vladimir's strip club tomorrow. I run a little comb down the bangs that sits on my forehead. I drop the comb and brush the wig. Alexa walks into my room and stands next to me as she stares at her reflection. She wears a grey colored bob wig with extra heavy makeup. Her eyes are black and I hate to admit it she looks a little different with her red lipstick and blue lens.

That was my only wish. “Knock…Knock…Knock…” A knock sounded on my door. There was only one person at home, and that was Anthony. He didn't even wait for me to respond before coming in. “You're not using your blonde wig?” He asked, looking into the mirror and observing my reflection. “It's for a mission. I need to look different. I don't want anyone else recognizing me.” I responded, styling the black wig into curls, to give me the look of a brunette.

It was too evident and he allowed himself to be fooled. But not anymore. Alpha Light was a man in contrast with Alpha Leo. While Leo was athletic and tall with aps which always showed with whatever he wore, Alpha Light was lean and average. He didn't exhibit the aura of a powerful alpha but his cunningness was his flag. He wore a tight fitted shirt with a vest on it. His brown spiky hair stood proud in thin air, which didn't look like it had been brushed that day. His trousers looked okay, and all the while he stood looking around the hall.

“You don't have to be jealous, Wiggy. I don't think your appearance is bad either. Your royal blood is slightly visible in that outfit." Louise's statement was true, Wiggy looks like a real prince. Her tan looked much cleaner, the armor made her well-built body and muscles exposed, and they even realized that Wiggy's large, reddish-brown wings with intricate black thread patterns matched perfectly with his cloudy blonde hair. "Really?" The young man also paid attention to himself, but a second later he brushed his hair. "I mean, of course, I look cool. I am the Leader from the North" "I'll take the sentence back," Louise said dryly. "Hey, what are you doing with my armor!" The girl exclaimed

At that moment, he gave me a wink before clearing his throat. "Alright, let us keep this straightforward and to the point. I have another wedding for a warlord scheduled for five o'clock." I cast a sideways glance in Astrella's direction. She looked absolutely stunning in her plain blouse and jeans, with her hair still unkempt from all the mayhem that had occurred. There is no veil, and there are no flowers. Just her—exactly how I had envisioned her coming from. She looked at me like she did not want to run for the first time in years.