Werewolf Makeup Men Novels & Stories

Kyle said as he applied more force on the already broken ankle and the man closed his eyes and spat more blood. He then looked at the soulless body of their group member and said "Please..we are sorry". Kyle stopped stepping on him and took off his mask. Not because he had mercy on them but because he wanted to relay a message to them. He took off the guy's mask. As expected of a vampire, the guy had good looks but he had a huge scar running from his left eyebrow to his right cheek. Normally when a vampire gets injured, it heals in a matter of seconds and the scar goes away but something was up with this guy. Maybe he was half vampire. " Go tell whoever sent you not to make a mistake like th

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

The scarred man had transformed into a werewolf, but unlike the mindless beasts they faced, he retained his consciousness. With this newfound power, the scarred man unleashed a devastating onslaught against the Alpha, his strikes precise and calculated. Amelia watched in awe as the scarred man, now transformed into a powerful werewolf, clashed with the Alpha. Their movements were a blur of fangs, claws, and fur. The ground shook with each collision, and the air crackled with energy.

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...

For a moment her face was hidden by her messy light brown hair, but then she looked up to reveal her face. His sharp dark green eyes scanned my face then turned to the face of the child in my arms. At this close distance I could see a wound on one of his eyebrows which was still bleeding a little. And from this close distance I can smell its unique aroma; this man is a werewolf, and he has a very strong aura similar to Alex. Those green eyes returned to my face, then I realized that He was waiting for my answer. "Thank you" I muttered hoarsely.

I was supposed to surrender my virginity to my mate but an old slut instead. We, werewolves, were one of the most conservative when it comes to making love. Should have been with the one we love. With the one we should mate. For that same reason, I regretted it for the rest of my life. I broke the wolf code. And I'm gonna bring that wickedness until the day I die. But everything happened for a reason. And I was still looking at the bright side. If I did not do it, my brother and I would suffer a lot.

The purple and pink hues from the dim neon lights were something I would never forget. The man was chatting and laughing with a different woman. She had dark brown hair. Her skin was tan, and her full lips were as rosy as ripe apples. The man seemed intrigued by her. He kissed her lips with his eyes closed, as if he was lost in a different kind of happiness. “You’re my true mate,” he whispered. “Maybe.” She shrugged. They kissed passionately again. Watching them, my chest pounded. This was wrong, but I could feel the overwhelming joy radiating from the pair of werewolves.

My legs were free, but what good would that do me against an entire pack? I was also so cold that I couldn't feel my fingers. The warm fire was right there, yet so far away. My eyes skimmed the dancing werewolves, almost curiously. Some of them were painted with black paint; some of them were wearing animal skin. The women wore intricate braids woven with bones and beads, their eyes gleaming in the firelight. The men bared their chests, their skin streaked with dark markings, moving in sync with the rhythmic pounding of a distant drum.

They looked young, vibrant, and terrifyingly real. Marcus Steele and Chen Wei. They were dressed in simple, timeless robes of woven light. Marcus wore the amber of the Wolf, and my father wore the sapphire of the Ghost. They were smiling, but it wasn't the smile of parents greeting their children; it was the smile of engineers seeing their prototype finally work.

I try to contact Derric but he doesn't answer either. "You can try shifting pup but you won't be able to. I just injected you with wolfsbane." He has a menacing glint in his eyes. He starts laughing and walks away. That is going to be a big problem. You see wolfsbane is the kind of drug that puts your wolf to sleep for an extended period of time. The time is depended on how much wolfsbane you have been given. It also cuts you off from your pack and to sum it up it basically makes you human.