Cute Werewolf Makeup Novels & Stories

Crescent is my wolf you see, when we had our first shift, she was that nagging voice in my head and obviously an annoying one, but I love her and she loves me. 'Well, I don't even bother to go to these events Cres, I don't want my make up to go to waste,' I retorted back to her, as I went over to my mirror and started to apply some mascara on my eyes, whilst I talked to Crescent. 'She was being kind!' she snarled playfully at me, I smiled and applied some lipstick after my mascara was done. I was never a big fan of makeup and only applied the basics because I liked the way I looked without it.

"Don't be scared. I will not hurt you. I am the moon goddess." "What do you want with me?" My voice was trabbeling. I was so scared that I couldn't move. When I found the strength to move again I walked backwards, but I came with my back against what felt like a wall. thé woman came closer and I saw that she was pure withe even her skin was. I felt her power and I knew she was not from this world. She was neither a ghost. It was like she was something in between. I know now she was really thé moon goddess. I had heard from it from Ava. I learned that she made all wolves and werewolves on earth. She was the first one of them all. "I was your mother in your first after live."

One of the rogue vampires spoke up, "What about the werewolves? They won't be affected by the potion. What do we do about them?" Draco's smile widened as he replied, "We have a surprise for them. We've created a special weapon that can take out werewolves. It's a poisoned blade that will weaken them, making it easier for us to finish them off." Another rogue spoke up, "But what about Prince Amareux himself? He's a strong alpha werewolf. How do we take him down?" Draco leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "We'll need to use our most powerful magic to take him out. I've been practicing some dark spells that should weaken him enough for us to finish him off."

He quickly carried the body of the wild boar on his shoulder, intending to hide the carcass of this wild boar in a discreet place, and then slowly dispose of it. However, as soon as Adam saw the carcass of the wild boar, he left. A hunter chased after him, suddenly shouting. “Don't let it run away. This is a werewolf, we must beat it to death. In the town, the head of a wolf as big as this, should at least be exchanged for several hundred gold coins.”

I wanted my hair up so it would showcase the neckline of my gown. My make-up was subtle. I never used a lot of make-up and preferred a more natural look. However, today I did agree to smoky eyes with green highlights to showcase my eyes and the dress I would be wearing. My mother also always wore minimal make-up. Although she was my mother, I was not blind to the fact that like most werewolves her aging was timeless. She looked more like my sister than my mother. She was simply beautiful, and I was always reminded how much my father loved her. I hoped for that kind of love.

I said with a chuckle. I finally managed to pick black washed out ripped jeans, a white crop top and black low styled heels so I didn't get cramps in the arch of my foot if I stayed in them too long. I straightened my dark long locks and applied minimal makeup with dark red lippy before assessing my choice in look. "Hmm I could pass as a vampire," I joked judging from how pale I looked. "A sexy vampire at that," Z winked causing me to chuckle. "This is a human party right? I don't want to risk liking another werewolf only to find out they have a mate."

said a masculine voice. I followed his arm and looked up to see a pale, fair-skinned girl. She had her black hair cut short to her scalp, with the hair in the front bigger than the ones at the back and sides. She wore a black leather jacket over a cotton t-shirt and a mini black leather skirt paired with black ankle boots. She had make-up on and a killer smoke eye that made her black eyes pop out, and she wore black gloves on each of her hands. I was surprised that she was speaking to me, and judging by the scent, she's a werewolf, but that fact made it more confusing.

She opened it and walked in. After showering and changing into her violet dress, she put on some diamond earrings and necklace as she stood in front of the mirror. Her dark hair was flowing down her shoulders as she looked herself over to make sure everything was fine. She had added some light makeup on her face since she liked staying natural like most werewolves. She turned around and placed her feet into her red stilettos.

They were both ugly and red, some still cracked and bleeding; his wolf healing process was never fast. His entire left arm was bandaged in a strip that had turned dark red with blood. Kneeling next to him was a woman treating him. Her small hands squeezed a clean cloth into a bowl of ointment. The thick paste was dark brown and had a sharp smell. Once she opened it, both Brevin and Dominus covered their noses immediately. It was an ointment that made werewolves heal faster—locally cooked, crushed from mountain leaves and boiled roots. With each dip, she gently applied it over the swollen flesh, and Ragnar hissed loudly through his teeth, trying to hold back his pain.

A pair of eyes that glow like embers. I try to scream. I cannot. The black lines on my throat are too tight. I can only point. Killian turns around. He changes into a wolf and jumps at the creature.. The eyes do not move. They just keep staring at me. "The Queen is ready " a voice says. "It is time to harvest." The creature disappears into the fog. Killian lands on the ground. He is growling. His fur is standing up. "Stay close!" he says to the people. "Protect the Queen!"