Werewolf Mask And Gloves Novels & Stories

The male stood like it was absolutely nothing and he shifted with a terrible scream before he came at her again. “Duck!” Riordan yelled and an axe twacked into the forehead of the beast that nearly got her. Werewolves? Something about the way they moved unnerved her, not like the usual werewolves she fought before in the least. Was the mask a part of them? The damn thing had melded to accommodate their new features, with terrible looking spikes for teeth that would grind bones into dust. “Get a grip. We’re not sightseeing.” Riordan growled as he threw one of them into a tree.

I guess there was no use covering his face anymore, given that I'd seen his horrid face and couldn't possibly unsee it. I wondered if they all had scars, which might give another explanation on why they were all masked up until this point. Which would be a mystery on its own, given that werewolves were supposed to heal quickly - rogue or not. It was one of the abilities I missed all the years I chugged down wolfsbane like my life depended on it. The sweet ability to heal myself within short time frames. An ability our rogue captain seemed to be lacking. "Nothing," the masked man responded after taking a proper look around. "They were speaking."

She barely got it over her head when the bedroom door burst open. “Here you are,” a man said. His face was hidden beneath a black mask, only his golden eyes were visible. Even his scent was muddled with dirt, smoke, and something chemical, clearly intentional to mask his identity. “Stay away from me,” Amber warned, backing toward the window. “There is nowhere to go. You are all mine,” the masked wolf said, stepping toward her with arms outstretched. Before she could react, he grabbed her legs, hoisting her over his shoulder before she could shift into her wolf form.

I looked around the lonely woods and I felt shivers run down my spine. “Don't move! There are traps everywhere. Take this". She handed me a black mask and I took it without asking any questions because I knew she would tell me to get a werewolf in exchange for the answer. “This mask will enable you to see the areas where the trap is hidden. Even a werewolf won't be able to see the trap. That's why they always fall into the trap that we set”. "And there is a wolfsbane poison attached in the trap. That's why each trap they enter always weakens them".

Edward’s POV I stood before the full-length mirror in my private chambers, lifting my wrists to my nose for the fourth time in ten minutes. The new scent masking formula Dr. Voss had developed under my death threat seemed to be working perfectly, but paranoia made me check repeatedly for any trace of my true Rogue nature. The silvery ointment had absorbed completely into my skin, leaving no visible residue while creating an invisible barrier against detection. Even my enhanced werewolf senses couldn’t penetrate the chemical mask. Penelope’s newly awakened abilities would find nothing suspicious.

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.

The silhouette of the man became conspicuous as he finally took several steps inside and then it hit us all, that the Stench of wet dogs could never be covered with weed, alcohol, cologne, name it all. Only one thing can effectively mask the scent of a werewolf and that involved a certain rare plant or the right amount of magic and dosage of incantations.

Turning Danica watched as Chris rushed back towards where her and Mason stood, in his hands he carried masks and gloves. "Here you are Alpha." Chris said handing over his loot to Mason. "Great, both of you each put these on." Mason commanded handing over the masks and gloves. "Alright." Danica said taking them. First she slipped the mask over her face and was immediately overwhelmed by the sense of being constricted. It was an unpleasant feeling but she knew that she wouldn't be able to get away with not wearing it. Next she put on her gloves and held up her hands.

{Name: Kirou} {Race: Werewolf(Lycan/Human)} {Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Traits: Lycan Transformation(Minor), Keen Senses(Minor), Adaptability(Minor), Information Analysis (Minor), Man-at-Arms(Class), Forge Your Own Path(Class), Fast Hands(Class), (Incomplete)} {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires, Metal Spike Boots, Fighter Gloves} {Armor: Basic Leather Armor, Shadow Cloak, Mysterious Bead(???)}

His green-red eyes stared down at Elizabeth whilst his bronze-like colored lips hooked up a bit. He was wearing a jacket, a mask, a glove, trousers, white stockings, flat-soled shoes, a body cord, and a weapon with which she reckoned he used to bout. He also wore a mask cord and a lamé made of conductive material, which was worn over the jacket. Like a disease heart might very well have stopped if only for a second because her voice squeezed in her throat and core began to simmer lightly again. Against her will she squeezed her thighs together and tightened her cunt.