Werewolf Makeup Men Novels & Stories

“So a werewolf walks into a vampire bar…” The alpha blinked back at me, slowly, a smile creeping across his face and making him look slightly less like a thug. Slightly. Hard features, stubbled chin, short-cropped black hair, and very pale blue eyes…and the whole hulking, leather-jacketed thing. Seriously, werewolves were so cliché. Some vampires, like my colleague Victor, could pull off the leather trenchcoat look, and that even made me wince a little. But the leather motorcycle jackets? Yeah, we get it, you’re so tough.

Suddenly, the cabin were filled by the horrible yelp and after a moment of pause, their yelped turned as a growl. "Finally!" The unknown man uttered as he stood to see his men's new appearance. Their weak body before turned as a muscular one that really show strength. Their height added and their body turned massive and broad. They were really looked like a badass. Their intimidating aura were become terrifying when they turned into a massive grey wolf. "Go and show your new self!"The unknown man added as he stood firmly. His face was covered by black mask and a dark sunglasses. He walked around and as he ordered the werewolves to run away to chase other wolves to kill.

Then the lady takes a position on the far corner of the room, the one closest to the window. The muscular man's face isn't too visible due to the lack of lighting in the room, but his features seem mature, yet so malicious. He has a huge scar on the left side of his forehead, a scar on his right cheek and a conspicuous cut right above his left eye, telling me that this man in front of me is one who fights a lot. Whether in battles or practice I also notice that all of them have a horrible, dead fish like smell associated with them, which clearly means that they are rogues. It is a really obvious distinction. Respectable werewolves with packs smell pleasant, lone wolves smell like nothing and

he asked, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. Tara nodded, her eyes narrowing with determination. “Ready.” Lupa adjusted her mask one last time before nodding as well. “Ready,” she echoed, her voice firm. The three werewolves moved with silent precision, their dark outfits blending seamlessly with the shadows inside the house. They were a formidable team, each bringing their unique skills to the hunt. As they stepped out into the city night, the urban landscape seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the clash that would soon unfold.

In fact, despite looking very relaxed, these five men were emitting a powerful aura that surpassed any human generals she had ever met. "Good evening Your Highness, I am David," said the biggest one with long brown hair. The first thing Roselle noticed was the two big scars running from the middle of his forehead down to his left cheek. Trying her best not to stare at his scars due to her surprise, Roselle's curiosity was sparked because it was common knowledge that werewolves heal themselves and if they do get healed, they would never be left with scars. So how was it that this man had a scar?

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

Laughter emanates from them like this is fun for them. I hear their footsteps before I see them, they are three in total. Dressed in long capes. I see a logo on their shirt. I decipher it immediately; a wolf being beheaded. I know Eligio mentioned something about him not being alone in this but I didn’t expect this. "A vampire in the den of the wolves," one of them smirks. I am angry right now. So angry that I am one of them, that I am a vampire. I have never hated being a vampire as much as I do at this moment.

Tom moved his sceptre going to another scene. The pup now a human boy with long red hair, lay on a sandy floor, covered in dirty and wounds, he choked on his own blood. A one eye rouge matched to him hitting him harshly with a whip, the beating was so brutal, the wolf ended up passing out on the cold ground, yet they rogues never stopped.

“It's nothing. I'm just nervous about the ceremonial dance. It's my first time performing it in front of other people so...” Leandre narrows his eyes at me but doesn't pry any further. “I'm sure you'll do well.” My eyes focus on Leandre's figure. It was only now that I noticed he was also wearing a white button-up shirt and beige shorts. The symbol of their pack is painted in black on the dorsum of his left hand. “I'll be with the other male wolves playing the beat for the ceremonial dance.” I swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. Now my mind is filled with thoughts of the upcoming performance. Won't the other werewolves consider me a brat for having an inauguration ceremony specif

I follow her gaze to get a glimpse of what is going on with her and a closer look at the dead werewolf, and I can’t believe my eyes. This werewolf is a member of the ground clan in the Blood Moon’s pack. To disguise him, my uncle had put paint and makeup on his whole body, and with the rain washing everything away, I could see him for what he truly was. His hair in each part of his follicles and his eyes are brown the same way Doom looked. This person is a member of the ground clan. Maria said none of the ground clan people make up the werewolf army. But this young man in front of me has army skills. What is the ground clan doing with my uncle?