Werewolf Makeup Men Novels & Stories

I was going to do it at the ball. Learning about werewolves had only hardened my resolve. I didn't want 'Rose' to be a distraction. If Matt got hurt because of me, I didn't know what I would do with myself. I had to do this. For him. I put my hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. The down portion of my hair fell in soft waves down my back while the rest of it was pulled away from my face, meeting in the back and being held in place by a hair piece that resembled a gold dagger. For my makeup, I had decided on a black smokey eye with gold to make it pop. Not that anyone would see it behind the gold mask, but I would have felt unfinished if I hadn't done anything. My lips were a deep red to

”He gave me a knowing wink, and heat rushed to my cheeks before I could stop it. “Back off, Vale," Lucien growled, stepping forward. That gave me just enough space to glance at the other shirtless men in front of me. Each of them had a moon crest tattooed just below their breast. Were all werewolf men this handsome? Vale gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like Lucien had just broken his heart. "We both know I’m strictly into the tall, broody men who look like they could ruin my life and furniture.“ He puckered his lips and blew Lucien a slow, exaggerated kiss.

I cast the power and influence spell that put the current prime minister in his seat. “But we are allowed to kill witches that work with werewolves,” a man steps out behind a hut, holding a rifle in front of him, aiming it right at my heart. He’s huge, impressive for a human, and he’s seen many battles. I can read it in his aura, but his face carries the evidence. A wolf had left his mark on this man – four deep scars run diagonally from his hairline across his face, disappearing in the neck of his battle fatigues. His right eye droops down and when he smiles, only the left side of his face moves.

In contrast to humans, werewolves do not feel self-conscious or uncomfortable when attending weddings dressed in white. Werewolves never choose to wear white for their wedding robes. It came in either red or gold. Her hair was tied up in a simple bun, but a few tendrils of hair escaped her bun and brushed against her cheeks. Her makeup was light with peach lips and a hint of blush on her cheeks. Her long eyelashes fanned out, shadowing her eyes. She swiftly averted her gaze, clearly shaken by the significance of his facial expression, and pointed to the tie that was lying on the ground.

I had bigger dreams beyond the pack, and luckily, none of the guys at my University seemed to know I am a werewolf. Today's transformation was a first-time for my family, as I only dressed up at school. I utilized delicate makeup enhancements, a slight covering of silver eyeshadow, capitalized by natural rosy lips, completed my transformation. Spinning before the mirror, I admired the reflection. My golden locks, typically free and flowing around the small of my waist, which I now prepared to disguise under a brunette wig. This disguise aimed to keep my identity, especially from Alpha Brock, a well-guarded secret.

The tattoos sticking out of his neckline extended to his face as his eyes completely turned black. The werewolf slowly got up with a cut on it's face, blood dripping down as it lowered it's head in a painful whine. The man gave a low and long growl and the werewolf quickly dashed into the woods. Hilda couldn't take her eyes off the man with the white hair and weird face painting. “I know who you are!”

"Thanks, Mom. Can't wait to see the looks on Alpha's face when he sees me." I put my hair up in a curly bun, leaving two curly strands to frame my face. My lips were a nude color, while my eyes were coated with Smokey eye shadow that wasn't too bright but just perfect. I didn't need false lashes because most werewolves had luscious lashes, but I still added them anyway. I put on these jaw-dropping gold earrings that I'd gotten from Alpha.

An ugly swirl of purple and black colouring my cheeks and stretching to my left eye, quickly applying an entire tube of concealer over them. I couldn’t have any imperfections. For the genetic screening, humans were required to be pristine in order to make the choice easier for werewolves. Reiterating the notion that they were truly vain, only caring about appearances instead of what truly mattered. Giving myself a onceover in the mirror, the thick layer of concealer I put on my skin made it impossibly pale, making me appear sickly. Rummaging through the mess on my table, snatching the contour and carving more defined cheekbones, bronzing the outer layer and applying some liquid blush to brin

My eyes lands on three figures stepping forward from the edge of the shadows, their heels clicking softly against concrete, confidence radiating off them like it’s something they’ve worn their entire lives. Did they feel the need to dress up for this kind of shit? Also Heels? In the middle of the woods? Really? Christ! Three females step forward, the light from the porch shining brightly gives me full glimpse of their faces. They look Pretty! Wolves always were. But their beauty was loud, overdone. Almost desperate in its presentation and the dreadful fashion choices don’t help. The one in the center who seems to be the ringleader of the gang catches my eyes with her bold red lipstick and he

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.