Real Werewolf Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

(Derek's POV) The silver-enhanced ceremonial mask felt heavy in my hands, its weight symbolic of the burden I now carried. I traced my fingers over the gold-trimmed edges, feeling each intricate pack symbol etched into its surface. This mask represented more than just my alter ego—it was freedom from the constraints of being Derek Silverstone, heir to a corrupted pack legacy. Tonight, I would become justice itself. I slipped the mask over my face, feeling the familiar sensation of wolfsbane-infused material against my skin. The ancient symbols I had painted on my neck burned slightly, activating the power-masking enchantment that would prevent other wolves from sensing my true alpha presence

Wrong. It’s wearing human skin—I can feel it. The mask barely holds together. My wolf recoils, not out of caution—but pure, primal fear. Even its eyes—those mismatched pits of blue and black—reek of terror itself. Not fear for it… fear as if it is fear incarnate. Then it smiles. Gods… those jagged, broken teeth glint beneath the dull light, black ichor oozing from the corners of its mouth like tar-drenched venom.

Unlike the drunks in the leather jackets, these ones were not just tall and heavily built, there was an air of professional strength and skill around them, and each one was dressed in a sleek black tactical gear, and they had all their faces covered with masks that matched the colour of their outfits. They carried weapons, but it was in no way similar to the regular rifles she had seen before. The weapons they carried were marked with strange symbols along the barrels, and they seemed to be alive with a faint pulse of abnormal energy. Elena’s heart dropped. “What the hell…” One of the masked men bent his head to look at her carefully, then spoke through a modulator in a distorted and hollow

queen Melissa said, getting up from the chair, straightening her back and turning to leave “And oh… the werewolf elders are talking,” she added and gracefully walked out of the room leaving Angel seated in place. Tossing the book away, he reached for his face and pried the black golden mask off, and fixed his hair. His eyes flickered a deep red color then turned back to their amber color.

Nolan order that his clan wears a mask that shows the rank, Age and names the mask have different design and symbol on it. The masked Decorate in glow in the dark paint they also have advancement and badge that a werewolf may have. It became late So everyone in the Kingdom went to bed. Leela watches over Erza for a little bit just in case she woke up. But Ezra didn't wake up. Leela was tired after a few hours of watching Ezra Leela Went to bed. Three hours after Leela left Ezra's room she woke up in a dark room. She couldn't see anything, not even her hand she felt around to see where she was at.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

While watching the married couple do it, I would slowly feel the heat overwhelms me and on my own, I would play along with my body until I would reach my peak of satisfaction. Many Kings, Princesses, Alphas, and high officials tried to get near me but all of them failed to arouse me or even got my interest. Any man who tried to touch me will just shake and fell to the ground lifeless, by my mere look. My eyes are deadly when I wanted them to be deadly, something that I acquired from the Ultima wolf blood of my father. I became widely known then as the most voluptuous yet sadist, Wolf Queen of the North, whose real face was hidden inside an ivory wolf’s mask. It became my marque.

he asked, holding onto a glimmer of hope. "No," the werewolf replied. "The mask concealed its identity completely. We couldn't even tell if it was human or something else entirely. All we knew was that it was deadly, and it took Rogers from us." Elton thanked the werewolf for sharing the information and left, his mind racing with thoughts. The masked figure was still a mystery, and he realized that he needed a different approach to uncover the truth. It was clear that the killer operated under the cover of darkness, and any attempt to find them during the day would be futile.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face