Therian Wolf Mask Novels & Stories

Black wolf with the gift of fire. Naturally, my exile into the routine of paperwork did not go unpunished for him. Just a harmless joke from me, Inari, in the form of plush bunny ears on the headband. I would like to see how he is so serious, and even in a business suit, appears "on the carpet" with the new boss and my nice little present. A wolf in sheep's clothing... ha... ha...

I saw none. Turner made his way to the front of the crowd. He was immediately surrounded by a group of werewolf protectors and hunters with arrows aimed at him. I moved my hand from Bazaar petrified. "I'm not a werewolf," said Turner as a single hand reached into his pocket. "Move again and you'll be killed," warned one of the protectors. "Be calm, I'm just searching for wolfbanes to show you I'm not one of those disgusting creatures," said Turner.

Through the breach I could see the hunters reorganizing their formation, preparing for another assault. Then their leader stepped forward from the back ranks. He wore the same dark armor as the others but his was decorated with additional symbols that suggested higher rank. His face was covered by a mask that resembled a wolf's skull, blank eye sockets that somehow seemed to stare directly at me despite the distance. "Last chance," the leader called out. "Send out the Spirit Wolf or we come in and take her over your corpses." "Go to hell," Caden shouted back. The leader tilted his head like he was considering something before reaching up to remove his mask. The movement seemed deliberate, th

He wore a black v neck t shirt, a black leather jacket, blue jeans and all black converse shoes. “It seems the prince has returned and with a girl this time, its about time.” The vampire said coolly. Xander growled back at him. The vampire rolled his eyes, “as if I can understand you when you’re in that dog’s body.” He took a few steps closer, eyes shifting to Amara, “you’re different. I’ve never seen a werewolf like you before.” How many wolves have you seen then, bloodsucker? Amara snapped.

lycot, Chem-α, Chem-Ω. “Aconitum,” Kim said. “Wolfsbane.” “Refined.” Sara’s smile returned, thinner. “Your soldiers aimed silver and noise at the problem. We prefer chemistry. Pheromone masks. Lures. Stimulants. Inhibitors. If we can pull the queen out, or shut a pack down, your wall guns won’t need to sing so often.” Tom leaned on his crutch, eyes gone flinty. “And the people under the fur?”

Before I could finish my question, Mael reappeared… wearing a wolf mask he’d clearly stolen from one of the banquet performers. I blinked. “Mael.” Rio whistled. “Oh, that’s terrifying. Excellent choice.” Hans pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to be associated with any of you.” Johanis, however, finally seemed interested. His little head tilted slightly, his wide eyes locked onto Mael’s masked face. Encouraged, Mael let out the most exaggerated growl I had ever heard. “Fear me, little heir! I am the mighty wolf of legend!”

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

Aurelian is bigger than me; it is very obvious, but he said my wolf and Maven wolf are around the same size, and if I got to her age, it would be bigger. What I heard about Lycans wolf is how I met Aurelian’s wolf. Aurelian’s wolf is huge and has muscles everywhere. His canine is fat and sharp, and they are very long. The wolf is pure black and honestly scary-looking. If I wasn’t his mate, I would piss myself, the way he was towering over me, huffing in my ears, and those jaws would snap me in half. He looked so scary, but he is my mate, so yes, I saw his soft side. He is a big baby, trying to catch me, holding my tail in between his mighty jaws, licking my face with his warm, long tongue, o

Now, all I need is the mask. Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully slip the Venetian mask on and fasten the ribbons. My eyes widen as I finally see the finished product. It’s… “Beautiful,” my wolf says, just as amazed as I am. “Abby, he’s going to love it.” It’s true; the hair and makeup I’ve done have transformed me into someone I hardly recognize. The masquerade gown fits perfectly, and the mask adds an air of mystery to my appearance.

The wolves approached, their muscles tensed and poised to attack. A figure then appeared out of the shadows. Tall and slender he was dressed in black. The edges of a silver mask, which resembled fangs, covered his face. With one gloved hand up he entered the clearing while his cloak flowed behind him. His voice was low but clear. “Easy,” he said. The wolves halted. Their growls subsided into silence as they retreated into a broad circle, encircling the two but refraining from attacking Fea and Daemon. The man in the mask moved forward slowly and deliberately.