Novel & Cerita Astarion Wig

She didn’t want to get caught at it, but he was interesting in the way that he didn’t look like anyone else. She’d found her sister’s mate, Castor, so exotic because of his half-shaved head, beard, and tattoos. He’d looked like a Viking warrior. Agnar was markedly different, though he wore his hard past like a garment. His hair was long on top, but the sides were shaved. He kept his tied in a knot high up on his head and didn’t braid or adorn it in any way. He wore all black, which suited him. It set off his mahogany hair and beard with the few silver strands shot through and his strange, silver eyes.

He carried a staff adorned with glowing runes, his violet eyes sharp and calculating. “Arinthal Starweaver,” Ramon continued, his tone laced with tension. “The Great Wizard.” The last figure emerged silently, his presence more menacing than the others. His jet-black armor absorbed the moonlight, and his golden eyes gleamed with predatory intent. “Kaiden Nightwalker,” Ramon growled. “The Rogue Alpha.” Jasmine’s knees nearly buckled under the weight of their combined auras, but she refused to back down. Something inside her, the ancient presence that had been stirring, rose to the surface, pushing away her fear.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

Even so, I love it since it is similar to my name from my previous life, despite the difference in meaning. Similar to my father, I have platinum-silver hair, a pair of white lion ears, a lion tail, and a pair of amber-colored eyes. No one can dispute the similarities between our physical appearances in my Passive-Aggressive Form and my father's Passive Form, except for my white wings.

Her expression slowly changed, as though something about me seemed familiar. It didn't make sense, I had never met her before. Even if I had, there was no way she could recognize me. I was wearing a blonde wig, purple contact lenses covered my real eye color. A mask hid most of my face. "Fiona, enough of this nonsense," Azrael snapped. "Take another second, and I will kill you too." Ignoring him, Fiona reached toward my head, before I could react, she grabbed the wig and yanked it off. My real hair spilled over my shoulders, then she roughly tore the mask from my face.

I said that because I knew that was going to be his next words. “The hockey team is the eagle team of our Pack, they represent us everywhere, and it’s not that easy.” I pouted dejectedly. “…but I trust you, princess.” “And that’s why I’m going to transform your look completely to Kaius.” I smiled brightly. “Thank you.” I turned and faced the mirror, I felt his brush on my face, hiding some of my freckles, he cut some strands off my hair. He made a wig, just like Kaius’s flattened hair, and I put them on, took off my earrings and necklace, glad Kaius had a piercing in his ears too.

He in deed had the looks that could give any male werewolf a run for his money. Agnar was a born Adonis. He had long black hair, which he tied ponytail style. He had a beautiful cocoa brown eyes. There was also something about his stares. It’s been said that Agnar could look his enemies into submission. He had a macho body build. He was muscles and strength. His brows were perfectly drawn and one feature on his face that stood out too was his lips. Agnar had plump slight red lips that begged to be kissed. He always had his way with women so the females were definitely not his problem.

Pharaoh nodded, “Alright, I’ll go with you. Don’t worry about my bald head. I can wear a wig. We can even pick one out together. Whatever style you think looks best, I’ll wear it.” Orion’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He remembered passing a wig shop with his parents, seeing all kinds of colors and styles. "Grandpa," he exclaimed, "can you wear a different hairstyle every day?"

Juliano's POV After leaving the LIAS group, the whole scenario kept replaying like a loop in my head. To catch a monster, you have to act like a monster. My father thought no one could outsmart him, and he was about to fall for those people. You can't only examine humans from the surface. The wig belonged to my missing sister, she wanted the wig to alter her blonde hair to a black-brown tone. I persuaded her to avoid chemicals due to cancer risk. So, I got her the wig instead.

“Dude, I've got human faces. Wigs should be the least of your concerns.” I took a step back, “who are you?” He burst out laughing. “So gullible.” I smacked the back of his head, then joined him in his ultimate search for the perfect disguise. An hour later, Fitz settled on a dark brown dreadlocks wig with a black band at the front. According to him, it matched my light brown skin tone and made me look more intimidating—”a vibe for someone biracial,” as he put it. We both vetoed the beard; for me, it felt uncomfortable, and for Fitz, it was just “meh.”