Real Werewolf Mask Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t my choice.” Following his line of sight, someone in a black cloak standing in the distance facing the wolf. They wore a neon fox mask, curves that danced wildly to enhance the cunningness. It glowed an electric pink and white that was hypnotizing, intricate patterns running alongside the glowing lines. The last component was the large eyes, utterly captivating in a gold glow. The aura of mystery plagued by a sense of familiarity. Echo roared that it thundered throughout the silent crowd, everyone on the edge of their seats especially at the appearance of The Werewolf King.

"These so-called innocent werewolves destroyed my entire life but don't believe me, do you?" Without waiting for a reply, she opens up one of her cabinets and pulls out an old photograph. She places it on the table in front of themTyron looks away, showing no interest. But Helixia takes the picture. "It can't be". Helixia gasped, almost dropping the picture. The two people in the photo were Damon and Alora. Zelda slowly removes her mask, showing her once beautiful face now full of many scars obviously caused by wolf claws. "Some say I wear this mask to hide my identity, Others think I wear it so I show no mercy when I hunt, but this is the real reason I put on the mask".

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

“Oh dear.” “What?” “That mask has condoms and baby bottles on it! Talk about your mixed messages.” “Condoms are part of human sexual activities,” a werewolf said to my right, and I turned in surprise to confront his black-on-black mask. “Aren’t they an acceptable fertility symbol for you?”

The two people I did know who would be here hadn’t arrived yet. “Set up a meeting with my Beta, and I will see how I can help with your situation.” My father said a few minutes later as he excused himself. The only person not wearing a mask was my father. Even if he did wear a mask, everyone would know who he was. His aura radiated power, and he didn’t try to hide it. I was the only one who preferred not to flaunt around, so I had mastered my ability to mask my aura. Everyone had a different aura; only pure-blooded werewolves knew how to mask it completely.

Had she been alive, she would be about the same age as this girl. Although she is dressed like a man, I notice that she is a girl. She is also a werewolf. Seeing how much she looks like my late daughter, I frowned at her and she put a mask on. It is as if she inferior my unspoken words. I did not want Connor to see her face. He would be on her case for nothing. I heaved a sigh of relief when she put back her mask.

"Kaelen isn't stupid. He heard the rumors." ​He tossed me a sword—a sleek, black blade made of obsidian glass. ​"Suit up, Elara," Alaric commanded. "You wanted to know if you were ready? Tonight, we find out." ​"I can't fight them," I said, panic flaring. "If they see me... if Kaelen is with them..." ​"You won't fight as Elara Vance," Alaric said, pulling a mask from a shelf. It was made of bleached bone, shaped like the upper skull of a wolf. It covered the eyes and nose, leaving only the mouth exposed. It was terrifying.

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

They're probably both werewolves and could hear me no matter what I did to drown out my sobs while taking a shower. After a long time, I felt the water turn cold. Sounded like my mom was home earlier than usual from work when I heard an engine cut off. So I made myself get out and put on a Korean face mask. It will hide the tear stains and the puffy eyes but I'll look like Michael Meyers from Halloween for 40 minutes while it does it's thing. "Honey, what's all of this?" Should I tell her that there are werewolves in the house? Do I even believe in werewolves now? I guess I do.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”