Werewolf Makeup Men Novels & Stories

“Excuse me, ladies.” “Change your mind, hon?” The brunette winks at me. “Maybe help you workout a few knots in those muscles of yours?” She’s wearing heavy makeup, but it’s not well done. It’s almost like costume or theatre makeup. Her eyeshadow is a little too purple and her lipstick is a little too bright red. She’s wearing fake lashes that make it look like she’s wearing spiders above her eyes and her eyebrows are heavily penciled in with a color that doesn’t match her skintone. She smells like a werewolf, but she’s not a rogue. She’s also wearing a perfume that reminds me of an apple dipped in toxic chemicals.

Dressing up was fun, but there was no universe where I would willingly wear a dress. After curling my hair into soft waves and applying a light touch of makeup, I examined my reflection. My makeup skills weren't exactly impressive. Spending most of my life surrounded by boys hadn't given me much opportunity to practice. As long as I kept things simple, I looked decent enough. The few times I attempted one of those dramatic online tutorials, I ended up looking like a circus clown. Simple was safer. Satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my purse and headed out. The entire group was meeting at the local nightclub. Werewolves officially came of age at eighteen, which meant we could legally dri

he smirks as he looks at the provocatively short female costumes shown on the mannequins. "If you are a vampire it's only fair if I am a werewolf," I wiggle my brows and point to the overly hairy full-body costume of a werewolf. "First, why a werewolf? And second, if you haven't shown me that costume I would have imagined you with dog ears and bent over the couch in doggy style. I don't find a full-body hairy costume sexy," he frowns. "Who said I want to be sexy? Maybe I want to be hairy?" I laugh at his bitter facial expression. "Relax now. I will try a few costumes."

The next day at the Von Strudel mansion, it was not a normal morning, the family had received an unexpected visit, it was Markus Blackwood, the powerful werewolf warrior, leader of his pack; in the human version of him he is a manmuscular, with an imposing presence and an intense gaze. He has a neatly trimmed beard and black hair, which he usually wears short and messy. Her facial features are strong and angular, with thick eyebrows and a straight, prominent nose. She has deep dark eyes that seem to peer into people's souls.

Her long blond hair was wild all over her and some stray strands stuck to her face in sweaty patches. The werewolf started to circle around her, slow purposely strolls. It's huge black eyes was staring down at her as it moved around, assessing her. It looked like it was performing some kind of ritual. The werewolf was huge with black brown fur and from the light coming from the moon behind it, it looked menacing. It's eyes were deep and dark and a scar ran from it's eyebrow to the corner of its eyes.

I nod, concealing my lack of experience as I don't want any more gossip outside these walls. It takes an hour to deal with my hair and make-up and I also let them dress me up as I am afraid I might have ruined it myself if I do it by myself. Once everything is done, all the female wolves excuse themselves and I am suddenly left alone staring at myself in the mirror. The make-up is not heavy but they focus too much on emphasizing the eyeshadow, thus making my already round eyes larger. My lips are coated with terracotta color and my cheekbones give out a golden brownish hue, giving a natural bright sun-kissed tan on my face.

I ripped my arm out of his hand and he shot me a stern look. I finally noticed that the male werewolves were lined up, ready, and from the looks on some of their faces, eager to choose their Breeders. Some of the men wore masks to hide their identities, but I was unsure why and chalked it up to personal preference. My eyes landed on a group of male wolves who smiled disgustingly at some of the girls. I said a silent prayer that their sinful gaze remained on them and not me.

The man’s golden eyes narrowed on Roseanne as he approached them. Up close, the man is wearing a black uniform made of thick faux fur. The long coat makes him seem even larger than an average werewolf. There was a brooch pinned to his coat. It is a round band with a silver wolf in the middle, standing on its hind legs, holding a pair of blue roses.

“Anyway do you like it?” Inside I could feel a frown forming in my mind, for one werewolves didn’t normally put on perfumes or other humans chemicals because it was overpowering to our sensitive noses and second her ‘new’ scent smelled completely natural. I took a slight step away from Maryan and looked her over. She was wearing a pair of tight fitted jeans and a flowing turquoise shirt that reminded me of the dress she wore yesterday, but nothing seemed different about her. My eyes met with hers once I was done looking her over and that’s when I noticed it. She wasn’t wearing any flashing human make-up but her complexion was glowing. Her regular flawless pale skin had been enhanced with a w

“I just wasn’t going to stay in the pack any longer.” He sat back and cocked an eyebrow. He didn’t respond immediately, which gave me an opportunity to look at him. He wasn’t nearly as attractive as Isaac. His features were less defined, and he had a buzz cut so short it was hard to tell the actual color of his hair. His beard, however, was a shade of brown. He was wearing a flannel shirt, and from what I could see from above the table, seemed tall. The man to his left was more slender with light features. Well kept hair and clean shaven, which was not the norm for a werewolf. But, he was not a werewolf.