Werewolf Makeup Men Novels & Stories

Three full moons passed in peaceful harmony, but Axel had not abandoned his pursuit. I had believed I'd made my position absolutely clear that day at the ceremony. I encountered him again while returning from the border territories where I'd been establishing my scent markers as Luna Blackthorn, mate to the alpha. What shocked me was Axel's transformation in just a few moon cycles. His once immaculately groomed appearance had deteriorated dramatically. His face appeared gaunt, with unkempt facial hair obscuring his features. The wolf who once prided himself on pristine presentation now seemed entirely neglectful of pack appearances.

He winks at me, to show that he's only joking. "I didn't reject you!" I respond, rolling my eyes good-naturedly. "My goodness. Are all werewolf men as melodramatic as you are?" Marcus laughs aloud. "Yes," he says around another mouthful of omelet. "We definitely are. It's a trait of our species, I think." "Or your gender," I say. "I think human men are much the same." "Don't be ridiculous," Marcus says, reaching across the table to refill my wine glass. "Human men have absolutely nothing on werewolves when it comes to theatrical personalities. Honestly, you offend my very nature by even suggesting such a thing."

A win of this magnitude would solidify my role as Alpha for the Pack. Getting up and grabbing a quick shower, I pull on a pair of bootcut jeans, a tank, and my boots. Before I walk out the door I put on some mascara and lip gloss. With wolves we aged slowly, and our skin was clear of blemishes. It didn’t warrant a lot of make-up, which I was grateful for. Some she-wolves still put a lot of make-up on, but I preferred a simple look.

Still, they began to formulate before I could stop them. "A...werewolf?" I asked more than stated, hoping my corrected expression would make up for my lack of certainty. The most unexpected of reactions came from him, however, in the form of a repressed chuckle finally released. He nearly fell over the chair and into the blueberry pancakes before rising back up with a hand to his chest. "Well, Miss Carson, thank you for the laugh..." He turned back to the food, pulling a croissant to his lips. He returned his focus to me but only to add to what he found to be a humorous moment. "I know I could probably use a shave but-"

Rosie muttered Jacob growled while taking a sigh and looking at Ronald, who is lying there in his wolf form, before turning towards me. He looked into my eyes—he is huge, even in wolf form. Yes, I am not afraid of him anymore. "I am proud of you; don't lose your temper!" I muttered, rubbing my fingers on his soft skin. He is pure black—his wolf is associated with strength, mystery, and power. A black werewolf may be portrayed as a fierce and majestic creature, feared and respected by all who encounter it eyes are fierce while he is in his wolf form. Yellow is like the warrior and beautiful as hell.

Before I could ever respond that I could perfectly take care of myself, he walked away, unbothered on what I would say. Damn him to death! ------- I was expecting that the makeup artist that the beta was referring to was a group of omega's like me, but they were not. The three women were free werewolves who were known to excel on the field that they had chosen. Staring at them made me feel as if I was in front of a celebrity. They looked so good with their makeup and their clothes. At the first look in my room, it was evident that they were disgusted.

And most importantly concealer to hide the bags under my eyes. I came out of the room and Cyrus gave me two thumbs up. “Damn woman, can we skip the party?” Just then Oliver came out if his room, “no, mom got all dressed up. We’re not skipping. You need to join the pack, remember?” Cyrus scratched Oliver on his head, “yeah, I remember. Wouldn’t miss it.” Cyrus wore his long hair down, making him look even more like a werewolf. Thea laughed, “if Taylor Laudner had tattoo’s and was twenty years older.”

He was going to be my undoing if I did not catch a grip. "Alpha, you are back." To the left a tall, attractive blue-eyed man in a pair of jeans and a black shirt approached, bowing his head slightly toward Marcus. I could tell by his blue eyes that he was a werewolf. All the Vampires seemed to have a red tint encircled with black. None of them had eyes like Marcus though.

Unfortunately, It's apparent that during my summer vacation, I will live in the very place that has impacted my life more than words could fathom alone. The dream... the reality of what occurred one fateful night many years ago is bound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hoping that night was really a dream, after all. The night where it all began. The night when I was attacked by a monster... The night I was attacked by a man shifting werewolf. With my legs snuggled against my chest and arms wrapped around them securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window, wincing at the slight pinch of pain that pull

His name was Theo, he was a mated werewolf in his early forties and his mate was one of the nurses in the Pack's General Hospital. "We will be needing more armors and spears. Some of our sword could not be used again, so we would need more too. Then, try to see if you can make armors that are resistant to poisons and claw marks, make it hard enough to withstand a Bear's claw mark." I told him. With how sharp and tough the calws of those werewolves from the Redmoon pack are, we needed to make stronger armors and shield too, it woult at least decrease the impact and the damages those claw marks could cause.