Real Werewolf Mask Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. Tara nodded, her eyes narrowing with determination. “Ready.” Lupa adjusted her mask one last time before nodding as well. “Ready,” she echoed, her voice firm. The three werewolves moved with silent precision, their dark outfits blending seamlessly with the shadows inside the house. They were a formidable team, each bringing their unique skills to the hunt. As they stepped out into the city night, the urban landscape seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the clash that would soon unfold.

I sighed, my disappointment visible. Mason wasn't the face behind the mask, he was just a witch blessed with a gift of dream. He could see visions and memories that weren't his. That's how he knows about us being werewolves and about the Red ghoul. “Yeah, no shit. You just broke into my room and nearly killed me for nothing.” Mason shot back. “Don’t make me regret it,” I warned, my patience thinning. “Well, after I had those visions, I did some digging about the Red ghoul mask—and you won't believe what I found out.” Mason said, leaning forward, eager to share.

I was going to do it at the ball. Learning about werewolves had only hardened my resolve. I didn't want 'Rose' to be a distraction. If Matt got hurt because of me, I didn't know what I would do with myself. I had to do this. For him. I put my hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. The down portion of my hair fell in soft waves down my back while the rest of it was pulled away from my face, meeting in the back and being held in place by a hair piece that resembled a gold dagger. For my makeup, I had decided on a black smokey eye with gold to make it pop. Not that anyone would see it behind the gold mask, but I would have felt unfinished if I hadn't done anything. My lips were a deep red to

He was putting on a very gruesome mask and his hands looked like they were just drenched in blood. “Your Grace, ” I saw the woman give a curt now, and I couldn't help but look at the man more intensely. Is he the “His grace” that the woman was talking about earlier? The one that saved me? “You are awake?” The masked man spoke, coming closer to me, and I shifted a couple of inches further from him. “You are scared of me? Is it the blood?” he asked, laughing like a maniac. “Claudia, get me some water to wash this off, it looks like our little werewolf here doesn't like the sight of blood, ” the masked man added.

I couldn't afford to take any chances. "Do we have masks?" I asked, turning to the young lady who had brought us food earlier. She nodded and disappeared briefly before returning with two dark masks, each with red lines. I put on my mask and adjusted it, feeling the fabric against my skin. It made me look more ferocious, and I felt a thrill of excitement as I stormed out of the building with Freya by my side. After a few yards, we came into view of the intruders. They were a group of rogue werewolves, led by a brutish looking alpha. They were armed with weapons, and I could sense the danger in the air.

Even though she was scared of the mist that was surrounding her, slightly worried that it was poisonous, Moira still glared at the mist as if she could see who was hiding behind the thin veil of the mist. She unsheathed her claws as her eyes flashed wolf before she growled threateningly, “ Step out or I will make you.” Her threat seemed to have worked which made the person who was hiding in the shadows walk out of the mist. It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic

I looked around the lonely woods and I felt shivers run down my spine. “Don't move! There are traps everywhere. Take this". She handed me a black mask and I took it without asking any questions because I knew she would tell me to get a werewolf in exchange for the answer. “This mask will enable you to see the areas where the trap is hidden. Even a werewolf won't be able to see the trap. That's why they always fall into the trap that we set”. "And there is a wolfsbane poison attached in the trap. That's why each trap they enter always weakens them".

It was only when we hit a particularly rough patch that I looked up, startled to see dense trees on either side of a narrow dirt road. "Excuse me," I called to the driver, a sense of unease crawling up my spine. "I think we're going the wrong way. The eastern outskirts should be on the main highway." "Sorry about that," the driver replied, his voice muffled by the face mask he wore. A baseball cap pulled low obscured most of his face. "Just taking a shortcut. To save you some time and money." Something about his voice triggered a warning bell in my mind. It sounded... familiar, yet not. And why would a werewolf wear a face mask? Our kind didn't get sick like humans did.

I went on. Mason’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at me. “What about the attack on your pack? Did you recognize anyone? Anything?” I shook my head. “No. They were wearing masks and cloaks, and their scents were completely concealed. I don’t even know if they were Outworlders or humans.” His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he said nothing. Then, almost to himself, he muttered, “Werewolf hunters.”

There is a black bandana tied around his forehead. "Here, wear this mask" Russell handed them a pair of masks. Alesso picked up the mask which would help elevate his Vampire look. Kairo picked up the mask that covers only one eye, just like a pirate. "There, now you both look perfect" Russell beamed with pride. The old man is wearing the attire of a doctor. He wore some scary makeup around his mouth, making it look as if his mouth was split open around the corners. He is holding a bloody scalpel in one hand and his white apron is coated with blood.