Therian Wolf Mask Novels & Stories

The two of her men left in the room instantly turned and faced me. They each had on a black cloak and mask, as Raven had on when I had first caught her. These two wore a fox and a tiger mask, unlike Raven's raven-shaped mask. If I remember correctly, the fox mask was Fox, one of Raven's love interests. Which should be one of the twins characters. The one with the fox mask shoved the other one through the window before standing in front of it.

“T-the werewolf kept anonymous. He’s very discreet, you see. He goes by no name—not even a pseudonym. He always wears a mask as well, so his identity can not be read.” “Tell me what you know of him,” ordered Kronos. The host fumbled with his fingers. “I know—I know that he’s very well trained. I know that his voice is coarse…he seems older and experienced. Like perhaps he fought in the war. I assume that because I noted a sign on his boots once—a pack engraving. I’m not sure about it, but…” Kronos moved closer, his glower pinning the host. “But what?” “It’s the mark of the Silver Moon Pack,” said the host.

Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded. Inside was no chatroom. No stream gallery. No usernames. Instead, it was a gallery of masks. Each mask hovered in a shifting carousel, stylized avatars that represented users. Some were grotesque—stitched leather mouths, eyeless mannequins. Others elegant—gilded Venetian designs with cruel smiles. The more elaborate the mask, the more power its user seemed to wield. At the center of the display was a mask outlined in red. A silver fox.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

A howling wolf with ruby red eyes. His official crest that can be worn only by his kin.

“Playing hard to get, are we? I thought you wanted him.” Kira huffed. “I do, but he has to earn it.” She stopped short and looked back. Blaze wasn’t following. He just stood and watched her. Kira lifted her head and uttered a short bark. Blaze’s ears perked up and he trotted our way. She waited until he almost reached her, then she padded toward him. He stood with his head up, tail erect, waiting for her. He was certainly the most beautiful wolf I’ve ever seen. His mask was black with muzzle and nose pure white. The white travelling down his broad chest and front legs. The rest of him was midnight black and his fur gleamed in the clear moonlight.

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

Armor designed to look like cloth. Articulated plates so thin and so precisely fitted to the body beneath that they moved like skin. And the mask. The mask was what stopped her breath for half a second. White. Perfectly smooth. Featureless. No eye holes. No mouth. No nose. No indication of how the person beneath it could see or breathe. Just a blank white oval. A face that was no face at all. *The Wolf Without a Face,* Luna thought. And felt with absolute certainty that she was not the first to think exactly that.

Never expected this to happen. "No... no! It's just…" she suddenly dropped her gaze from me. "It's just. I'm still a virgin. Please, don't get mad at me." I don't know if it was a perfect opportunity for me to burst out laughing when she almost got me on that note. A virgin wanted to have sex with me. Who on earth would sell her virginity to a person wearing a black facemask? Shit. She's fucking serious. What was this girl trying to prove? I sensed her heartbeat didn't go up or down. They were steady. And as one of my gifts as a wolf, she was fucking telling the truth.

"You're sending the Hound off to the Therians?" "If you give the order, The Alpha," said Rockley confidently, half bowing. The Hound is a werewolf pack used as a war soldier and shadow hunter for higher and stronger packs such as Lycans. Rondolf shook his head. "I will not attack Pack Therians." "Are you gonna wait for the Pack Therians to attack us?" Rockley is getting crazier. His nails and fangs appeared as a protest for Rondolf's soft tonight. Rondolf shook his head. "We'll wait until Watcher discovers his identity tomorrow morning, Rockley."