Cute Werewolf Makeup Novels & Stories

Removing her makeup was easy, sometimes being a werewolf was beneficial in the sense that minimal makeup was required; werewolves were insanely good looking, especially to humans, and April knew she was easy on the eyes to both human and supernatural beings; it was just part of her everyday life. Funny though, after she showered and changed into her pajamas, she stood looking at her reflection for a moment. It wasn't really so surprising to see a broken wolf staring back, even after four years.

Susie and Abel ran into the woods, and it wasn't until the next morning that they strolled back to the café, hand in hand. Susie looked refreshed, with a healthy glow on her face. Her eyes were bright and her lips had that natural rosy tint, resembling petals. She seemed like a different person now, more vibrant and alluring than before. Today, she wore a light green blouse with all the buttons done up, hugging her neck. Through the gaps, you could just catch sight of the deep, faintly reddened bite mark on her neck, emitting a subtle glow—the magical mark of a werewolf mate. Abel’s transformation was equally striking. The friendly, approachable big-brother vibe he used to give off was gone,

If it wasn’t for the broken rib, I would have hastily pulled myself away, but his strong hand stilled me. He then continued applying the paste on my knees until my eyes stung with fresh tears. “It works so much better on werewolves,” he noted. “I’m a werewolf too!” I protested. He gave me a look. “I have werewolf blood. That part would sort itself later,” I tried to hide my embarrassment. In response, he fished a knife from his coat and slit his arm. “What the…” Before I could contemplate, he took the paste and applied it to his arm. The mixture of the crimson liquid trickling from his arm and the dark paste he applied created a brownish bubble, almost as if the mixture was bubbling.

The bottom part is a slightly round skirt that has a slit in the left leg, from the slit you can see the design of my pack symbol, also made of these threads of light from the full moon, on top of the plain fabric there is another transparent blue fabric with small shiny dots that form the design of a wolf, that I know as I walk it gives the impression of moving, these were the colors of the SilverRage pack mixed with those of BlueMoon. My makeup makes me look like a night fairy. My eyes are marked with black eyeliner around a thin layer of silver, the eyeshadow is smoky between a dark purple to navy blue, and there were little shiny silver drops decorating from my eye to just above my cheek

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

Personally, I just see them as pale green, vibrant only under the sunlight. Makeup isn’t my strong suit, not that I need it. As a werewolf is, I am blessed with clear skin and a sharp bone structure, with plump rosy lips and straight, white teeth that looked sharp. These are only routine rituals that I do every morning, but they manage to calm my nerves. Somewhat. I know I’m going to be on high alert all day waiting for any sign from my wolf - something to show that I’ve reached this critical milestone of my life.

Louis said. *** “We need to know who they are before we make them disappear” Wendy said to Jordan who just made one person disappear without any questions. “Ohh.. Forgot that” he said and they continued trying too fight the imposters that seemed to be everywhere around the room while the others went around the pack house closing every entrance and exit to make sure none of the we're able to come in and none be able to live. “Jordan, they’ve started killing pack members with a pinkish powder that seems only lethal to werewolves” Tasha said as she ran into the room panicking.

But moving on, she immediately got dressed and looked in the mirror again. She’s wearing a white shirt with a print of full moon and a werewolf below it, and a loosely fitting shorts with a relaxed baggy fit. She just let her wavy waist length hair fall. After, she immediately went to the dining room. When she came there, all of them are all seated in the black-colored chair. In front is a rustic table that goes along with the large rustic medium tone wood floor and brown floor. On the side are clear windows, the high curtains are being put to the side to let the sunlight in. They can see the trees outside because of it.

By now, everyone in the True Mates pack in the surrounding area had figured out how much power the multi-colored coated werewolves could wield. And for the first time in my life, a single werewolf with a multi-colored coat could have their pick of any mate they wanted. No one was going to tell them no or shun them because of their fur color. In fact, multi-colored coated wolves were in high demand because they would give a pairing a power-up, especially for those who weren’t already born into families of ranking wolves. So with confidence, I happily frosted two sets of cupcakes. Aurora wanted mermaid princess cupcakes, so I was frosting those teal and putting shimmery sparkles of every color

“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” Jackson watched him walk off then turned back to the cage. Wolf C36M657 was tensed against the far side of the cage. He stood, head angled down, arms so tight behind his back that his shoulders couldn’t relax if he wanted to. The blindfold was snug over his eyes. His lips were tugged down into a small frown. His hair was pitch black and a matted mess of curls. Jackson felt disgusted just looking at him, but he did what he had to do. He had a werewolf. Great.