Under Armour Werewolf Jacket Mens Novels & Stories

It is meant for war. Black and silver, the fitted bodice wraps around my torso like armor, the material flexible yet unyielding. The sleeves end just past my elbows, laced with wolf insignias that tell the story of both packs-the Starlight Pack's sigil intertwined with the Misfit's crest, a reminder that we are one. A silver sash is tied at my waist, its fabric softer than the rest, marking my status as Luna. My boots are lined with wolf fur; my arms are braced with leather cuffs engraved with battle runes.

And all that together was a dangerous combination in a werewolves. Nikolai looked as effortlessly gorgeous and sexy as he always did, and even though his friends were posturing and posing as they walked in, Akari didn’t see how anyone could keep their gaze off Nikolai. He was dressed as the others all were in short loincloths, leggings that laced up to their knees, and boots. The loincloths were so skimpy as to be barely there, and beneath them they were naked. Each of them carried several weapons, all of which looked deadly to Akari. Nikolai was carrying a kind of club with a stone end and a short, lethal-looking sword. He had oiled his body so that if an attacker managed to get him in a wr

I looked at him and couldn't help but laugh at his dress,his disguise look funny. I unfolded the garments,it contain a dark, hooded cloak made of lightweight but durable fabric, designed to conceal my features without making me look suspicious. Beneath it was a simple black tunic and pants, a far cry from the tailored, authoritative clothing I usually wore. The boots were sturdy but worn, the kind an ordinary pack member might wear for work rather than prestige. To complete the disguise, my beta handed me a mask. It was a plain, half-face mask made of dark leather, something that wouldn’t stand out too much since many unmated wolves wore masks at these events to add mystery to the night.

Close enough to suffocate her with the need I've felt since I was first capable of lust. My blood boiled to the feeling of the coming transition she seemed to enact. Never brought on by anger or frustration, it was the mere memory of her that threatened to ruin my two-thousand dollar Armani, proving the point further how seeking her out beyond vivid daydreams was beyond dangerous. It was enough to want to tear my office apart just to let off some steam since I couldn't do that with her in the ways I truly desired. With a tight seam and even tighter nerves, I pulled myself to the garage to try and make it home before making all of Chicago aware of a werewolf in its midst.

Their postures were deceptively relaxed, but Emma could sense the tension that ran through them like an electrical current—they were ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Emma studied the men carefully, taking in their appearance with a clinician's eye for detail. Leather jackets hung open to reveal bare chests adorned with tattoos of varying quality and subject matter. Multiple piercings decorated their faces and bodies, catching the light with each movement. Their hair was dyed in unnatural colors—vibrant reds, blues, and greens that stood out starkly against the monochrome backdrop of the building. They were the epitome of a motorcycle gang, with one crucial difference

He also wore a black hooded jacket with a high collar that shields his neck from the cold. The jacket had zippers on the sleeves and pockets on the sides, which provided easy access to his weapons. Underneath the jacket, he has a tight black shirt that clings to his chest and abdomen. The shirt has long sleeves that cover his arms to the wrist. His pants are also black and are made of a flexible material that allows him to move with ease. They have a slim fit and reach down to his ankles.

Jonathan chuckled as he put an arm around John’s shoulders. They were opposites. John was clean-cut in a business suit and tie. Meanwhile, Jonathan had his thick beard, rocked casual jeans and a science joke tee. I don’t think I’ve seen such an eclectic group of ranked wolves as Bloodmoon. In Incubi, the ranked wolves always dress at least in business casual unless in their private time. The same for Nebrodi and even Madonie though André’s idea of business casual is a bit brighter than most.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

He moved to the closet flinging it open carefully like evil doll chucky will jump out from it. He stared in awe at the well arranged closes with tags. He red the first line casual, then the second uniforms and the third werewolf. The first role with the casual clothes has the right clothes just in his size but some of the outfit wasn't his type, he was the button down and sweat vest type not hoodies and jackets. The second role had a pair of a purple sweat vest with a badge, a white button down, short sleeved and long sleeved and an ash colored pant.

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note: