Therian Wolf Mask Novels & Stories

" You thought you could escape from me.... Heratte?" Sera's mind went blank and that's when she looks down to find the strange tattoos on Zander's chest shining. Stuttering... looking at him in disbelief, she asks. " Who...who are you...." Zander only growls, fanning his breath on her skin. Making her shiver. His next words made her entire body go numb. " Your death" . . . " The Death Wolf." And with this Zander's incisors extend to long canines. To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck.

His clan was feared and respected for a good reason. He was already too late for the start of the ceremony where the male wolves got a chance to look at all the participating, she-wolves. Noah did not mind missing it because he was not interested in the she-wolves and the male wolves just annoyed him. They were a bunch of raging hormones ready to explode. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their wolves in check so all that came out of their mouths was talk about fucking their mate. He had been lucky with his wolf Achak. Achak meant spirit in Native American and he had always been a calm beacon for Noah. Since the day he transformed Achak had been something he could rely on. His thoughts got i

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

Theron Crowne, age two, shifted for the first time in the middle of dinner. His wolf was white with a single black ear, and he immediately knocked over a chair. The main hall erupted in chaos. Theron's white wolf pup form tumbled across the floor in a blur of fur and overturned dishes, his single black ear flopping as he skidded into the table leg. His siblings shrieked with delight. Mirren and Sable were too young to shift, but their gold-flickering eyes tracked their brother's chaos with rapt attention.

"I rejected my mate without hearing her. I treated violation as stain and pride as law. I made this pack's values uglier by obeying the worst part of them." A shock runs through the gathered wolves. He may as well have slapped the moon. Marrow's face goes pale with anger. "You will not disgrace your line before fighters and elders over a female's wounded vanity." My wolf snarls so hard inside me my vision flashes. Therian moves before I do, one step into the center of the ring, between his father and me. Not shielding, not blocking my sight, just placing his body where the insult goes first. "Do not speak of her that way."

To the others, I am an upcoming ruling Alpha, I encountered several expressions on the wolves' faces whenever they saw me walk past them, their expressions were mixed - pity, anger, and concern. I scoffed as I knew that their expression was not genuine, It was a tingling feeling but I could tell by the expression on their faces whether it was a genuine experience or a fake one. I removed the robe of royalty and put on a mask on my face, I needed to go for a hunt and the gazes that I was already receiving were beginning to freak me out. I was relieved that their gazes had retracted, although some of the wolves' gazes lingered on me, I comported myself because they were trying the figure out t

They had been there all the while but they blended perfectly into the walls like the Camelon (meaning chameleon in old language)- the animal they took their name from. They were dressed in tiger skins decorated with cowries with black beads fitting tightly on their necks, hands, and feet. Each of them had iron spears in one hand with a short sword as a side arm. One of them held a pot of burning coal which he handed over to Paredance with a bow. "Today, you shall experience one of the seven powers of Camelon: the flames of truth. No man can tell a lie after being exposed to the flames of truth. The traitor will be exposed today"

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

"And why should I trust you?" He smirked. "Watch." Noah turned to the man. "What’s your name?" "Gerry George." My brow twitched. Noah's right, the serum worked. "Who do you work for?" I asked. "We’ve never seen his face. Not even the head scientist has. He always wears a mask. We just call him Boss." I folded my arms, pacing around Gerry like a predator. "Those beasts that attacked the school... what are they?" "The Ultimate Weapon. Transformed rogue wolves. The early versions failed, but recently, we’ve been getting success."