Novel & Cerita Cute Werewolf Makeup

"Don't worry. After dinner, I'll give you the summary I made for the Nycthopian history and werewolf lessons I took. You'll be done reading it in a flash." I smile softly at Valerie's excitement. I guess she had long wanted to share these things with me but refrained from doing so. "Right. I can't wait." "Finally! You're enthusiastic about your werewolf education! I was getting worried!" Valerie puts a lip tint on my lips as a finishing touch before placing the makeup on my vanity table. She claps her hands together and excitedly cheers, "Yes! Done! You look naturally beautiful today." She moves away from the vanity table and proceeds to my closet. I don't know which outfit she'll take out o

A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

"You should change before the moonrise portion of our ceremony." His amber eyes, flecked with gold that seemed to glow in the forest light, assessed my appearance. "The silver-backed ceremonial dress you tried yesterday would complement your eyes perfectly." Leaning closer, his lips nearly brushing my ear, he whispered, "Stand tall, little wolf. I'm here now." I felt myself gradually relaxing, the tension draining from my shoulders as my wolf recognized something in this alpha that inspired both comfort and respect. Axel stood frozen, his expression cycling through disbelief, anger, and finally calculated mockery.

They managed to turn it into a mini bob, allowing it to frame my face a little. The silver eyeshadow contrasted greatly with my red hair, and the red lipstick, which the artist had insisted was the king’s choice, made me look like a fiery, ravaging furnace. I liked it anyway. I didn’t want to look cute in any way. The fiery look was great. Holding up my dress in both hands, I came out of the room. Two guards walked me to the hall where the initiation was to take place. There were at least a hundred werewolves there, but of all the wolves, only one caught my eyes – a dirty blonde-haired one.

Maybe I could even convince myself that I wasn’t Audrey the human, but rather a werewolf just like everyone else. A werewolf who didn’t need to dye her silver hair black. Once the crystals were in place, I moved on to the feathers. Each one had to be placed perfectly, creating a delicate frame around the edge of the mask. It was painstaking work, but the result would be worth it.

These were already trained guards coming back for their regular training. Let's see how well Malcom trained them. --- Hello everyone! it has come to my attention that I messed up some eye colors so I changed two of them. Eyes Werewolf-Golden > Were&Vamp Orange Vampire-Red > Vamp&Witch Purple Witch-Blue. > Were&Witch Green When Nicolette brings out all three, her eyes will be Yellow( Ik it's a random color)

Either way, it’s pretty funny to see my mating pact once again meddled with by the very existence of the new pack leader. Stephen opens the doors to a bright, sun-flooded studio with light polished wood floors and trims and tidy workstations. A dressmaker’sfort for effort for trio trimmers an intricately beaded ceremonial robe of dusky pink silk that freezes the breath in my lungs. “Just as you remember?” a voice asks, and I turn to face the source, a dark-skinned woman with slicked-back white hair and dramatic smokey makeup, who looks like she should be costuming superheroes in a movie instead of making wedding gowns for werewolves.

I’m slim but muscular, my complexion creamy, my hair a chestnut brown that reaches the middle of my back even braided. My eyes are emerald green, which is unusual for a werewolf. Most wolves have brown or Amber eyes. Occasionally they are blue. "There’s just one thing missing," Dorothy tells me; I look at her, confused. I’m fully ready according to the institute rules. She waves a tube at me. "Every young she-wolf deserves to feel pretty", she adds.

Aleksandr warned the pack that there would be humans here for the wedding today, and Amber was a bridesmaid, so she would be here all day, so we still need to be careful not to accidentally reveal the pack secret. We went with mostly natural colors for my makeup but added just enough contour and varying shades of tans and browns to make all my best features stand out and minimize the things I wanted to hide. Of course, because I love dramatic eyes, they went a little heavier on the eyeshadow and even applied false lashes that didn’t look too outlandish but added an extra feminine touch to my look.

An ugly swirl of purple and black colouring my cheeks and stretching to my left eye, quickly applying an entire tube of concealer over them. I couldn’t have any imperfections. For the genetic screening, humans were required to be pristine in order to make the choice easier for werewolves. Reiterating the notion that they were truly vain, only caring about appearances instead of what truly mattered. Giving myself a onceover in the mirror, the thick layer of concealer I put on my skin made it impossibly pale, making me appear sickly. Rummaging through the mess on my table, snatching the contour and carving more defined cheekbones, bronzing the outer layer and applying some liquid blush to brin