Therian Wolf Mask Novels & Stories

I said because it was easier than the truth. Before he could respond, a voice cut through the noise around us. “Well, well. If it isn’t the elusive Alpha Ronan.” We turned to find Alpha Mason approaching, a champagne flute in one hand and that trademark smirk on his face. He wore a black suit similar to Ronan’s but his mask was silver, shaped like a wolf’s face with the muzzle extending down over his nose. It should have looked ridiculous. Instead, it looks predatory and knowing this man it is intentional.

[RHIANNON] The pups' classroom was chaos wrapped in laughter. Clay covered every surface—tables, floors, small hands, and my apron. Ten young wolves worked on mask-making with more enthusiasm than skill, creating lopsided wolf faces that barely resembled anything canine. "Mine's Nyx!" A small girl held up a creation with crooked ears and fangs the size of her fist. "That's not what Nyx looks like," another pup argued. "Nyx is beautiful and scary. Yours just looks scared."

When inhaled by any wolf, it weakens such wolf and lead to loss of strength. I called one of my pack fighters to bring the mask and soon I fixed the mask on my face. With the mask on, I felt a sense of relief. I could finally breathe without feeling like I was suffocating. And as we continued taking a tour around the Diwood pack, I felt more confident. Later in the day, I sat with the Diwood pack officials, their gazes was fixed on me as I explained the importance of joining me in the battle of the moon goddess.

Whiffs of burnt skin created a dark fragrance around the dungeons as the masked man sat on a huge chair and watched the suffering. “Master, we have finished with the rogue wolves, they are all ready to accept your commands.” A woman who wore a black long dress bowed as she stood before the masked man. Upon hearing this, he blew smoke out of his pale lips and threw the cigarette he was holding to the ground. As he walked down the small stairs, he stepped on the half cigarette and went to check the wolves. They all had their heads lowered and they were motionless, smirking a bit, his deep voice then echoed in the dungeon, “Rise.” Immediately, the wolves all stood up from the ground, as if cont

The citizens and tourists wore the splashes of kaleidoscopic masks crafted by talented artisans in the Blood Claws Pack with stretched grins. “Masks for the Welcoming Ceremony, everyone! One bronze for three pieces of masks!” A merchant with a protruding belly held out his hands to the crowd passing by his stand as he showed them a couple of masks. Masks were carved into a black wolf, a brunette wolf, a red wolf, and the white wolf with a crescent tattoo on its forehead. “Mom! Mom!” One kid tugged his mother’s dress before he pointed to the white mask. “I want a white mask, please!”

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

Stan’s predatory sneer dissolved into a mask of pure bewilderment. He shook his head, the fur on his neck bristling. “Is that truly your kin? But the scent... the age...” Even with the obsidian mask shielding Hudson’s features, his stance radiated the vitality of a wolf in his prime. He lacked the weathered musk of a male nearing his fortieth winter.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Blood spattered the ground, hot and bitter. Daisy moved like shadow and lightning combined. Her wolf form—snow-white with streaks of silver—was unmistakable, a spectral figure of legend. She wove through the fray, each movement precise, merciless. With a single swipe, she brought down a wolf twice her size, her jaws locking on its throat until it stilled. Her mask remained, fused into her fur like a haunting crown, reminding all who faced her that she was the Masked Alpha.