Real Werewolf Mask Novels & Stories

Just then, Cain suddenly shifted into his human form, stark naked. “Gina, what are you doing here? I told you to stay back in love. It's dangerous out here.” “I can't stay indoors knowing the pack is under attack. You don't expect me to just sit in and wait for you,” just as I was saying, one of the masked wolves suddenly came behind him. “Watch out!” I screamed out aloud and fortunately, Cain quickly turned around and attacked the werewolf with a mask. I need to fight them, or at least get a hold of one of them. The masks look too familiar to the ones the enemies wore at the time my pack perished.

"He’s wearing a mask... They say he never takes it off, except when he’s about to kill his enemies. If you see his face, it means you’re about to face the most terrible death you can imagine." There was a mix of fear and curiosity in her eyes. It was almost amusing how much the legends surrounding me had grown. "I heard he wears a silver mask. Even though it burns his face and leaves scars, he does it to become immune to silver. He’s different from most werewolves, but his face was destroyed by that training," another woman murmured, her gaze intrigued, as if trying to catch a glimpse of what was behind the mask. "Is it true that he's engaged to Alpha Damon's daughter?" one of them asked, bi

But I couldn't help but marvel at the artistry and creativity of their outfits. Now, some of the fellows who had come with me from my community also brought masks. But theirs were way prettier than the average werewolf’s. The masks were like miniature masterpieces, each one unique in design and color, from delicate lace veils to ornate, feathered creations. They added an air of mystery and intrigue to the party, veiling the identities of the guests and enhancing the allure of the evening.

I made sure that would not happen. I found Marcus early in the evening and cornered him in a dark hallway. I offered a simple trade. His distinctive silver wolf mask for my plain black one. He laughed thinking it was just party fun and swapped without asking questions. With his mask now covering my face I looked enough like him in the dim lighting. Same height. Same build. The mask hid everything else.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

In the Esquar Pack, the other werewolves may dislike me, but I can handle hearing their criticisms. "Why would they like someone who looks so pale like a blank paper and who can't even stand in the sun?" Nox suddenly exclaimed. I looked at Nox with wide eyes, then glanced at the three ladies who turned their heads towards him. They seemed surprised to see us wearing masks, but they didn't say anything. I thought that would be the end of it, but Nox didn't know when to stop. "Those undernourished guys can't even enjoy a meal because all they eat is blood. What's so exciting about watching a movie where all you see is someone biting and sucking on a person's neck?" Nox muttered.

But no—each cry was different, desperate, raw. We turned a corner, and I saw the source. A werewolf—massive, silver-furred, twice the size of Kaid in wolf form was strapped to a tilted metal slab. A thick collar crackled with blue lightning around his neck. Every time he snarled or tried to move, electricity surged through his body. His fur singed. His claws scraped helplessly against the restraints. His eyes met mine—wild, terrified, begging. I swallowed hard. “Kira… what is this?”

Both Baelakis and Stephen paused their conversation, their heads turning in my direction. Instinctively, I tapped into my werewolf speed, vanishing before their eyes could register my presence. I darted down a side passage, my heart pounding in my chest. Once I was sure I was out of sight, I slowed my pace and took a moment to steady my breathing. I didn't want Baelakis to see me, at least not now. To be honest, I didn't want her to see me at all. I'm a werewolf alpha that covers his face with a mask. I can't even remember the last time anyone in my pack saw me without a mask. It was my only weakness. What would she think if she saw me like that? She'd ask so many questions that I'm not sure

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

Susie said, a bit sadly. Mark frowned but didn’t say anything else. “Hold on,” I said, a few minutes later, as I put the finishing touches of a wolf mask of faux gray fur. “Elva, come over here.” She skipped over to me, and I placed it on her face. “Keep it right there a second,” I said. Diligently, she lifted her hand up and kept the mask in place. I tied the ribbons securely behind her head, keeping the mask in place. It was lightweight so the ribbon should be enough. I wanted to test it now, though, rather than chance it at the Ball.