Werewolf Mask And Gloves Novels & Stories

Never expected this to happen. "No... no! It's just…" she suddenly dropped her gaze from me. "It's just. I'm still a virgin. Please, don't get mad at me." I don't know if it was a perfect opportunity for me to burst out laughing when she almost got me on that note. A virgin wanted to have sex with me. Who on earth would sell her virginity to a person wearing a black facemask? Shit. She's fucking serious. What was this girl trying to prove? I sensed her heartbeat didn't go up or down. They were steady. And as one of my gifts as a wolf, she was fucking telling the truth.

Roxanne stared at him for a while. His aura was one that demanded respect, his icy blue eyes bored into hers but yet she couldn't see his face. He was wearing a mask. One that covered his face so completely that it looked like he had draped some essence of night and shadow around him. His inky black hair managed to cascade down his back in straight silken strands. His hands had gloves on them and he even wore black boots. Everything about him seemed dark. Roxanne found herself walking back, scared by just his presence.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

Steve had paid no attention to it until now. Emma inserted the key into the key hole and opened the lid of the box. Steve was shocked by what he saw inside. A specialized satchel containing dozens of titanium and silver laced needles. A pair of customized fingerless leather gloves with reinforced knuckle pads. A long leather black coat and a black nose mask with leather boots. Steve knew that those things in the box could transform Emma into something very deadly. With what he was seeing. Emma could potentially be the most formidable werewolf to ever exist.

I couldn't afford to take any chances. "Do we have masks?" I asked, turning to the young lady who had brought us food earlier. She nodded and disappeared briefly before returning with two dark masks, each with red lines. I put on my mask and adjusted it, feeling the fabric against my skin. It made me look more ferocious, and I felt a thrill of excitement as I stormed out of the building with Freya by my side. After a few yards, we came into view of the intruders. They were a group of rogue werewolves, led by a brutish looking alpha. They were armed with weapons, and I could sense the danger in the air.

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

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.

“It wasn’t my choice.” Following his line of sight, someone in a black cloak standing in the distance facing the wolf. They wore a neon fox mask, curves that danced wildly to enhance the cunningness. It glowed an electric pink and white that was hypnotizing, intricate patterns running alongside the glowing lines. The last component was the large eyes, utterly captivating in a gold glow. The aura of mystery plagued by a sense of familiarity. Echo roared that it thundered throughout the silent crowd, everyone on the edge of their seats especially at the appearance of The Werewolf King.

I asked. Declan furrowed his brow and shook his head. "They had tattoos of werewolves, skulls, and bones on their bodies. Their faces were painted, making them unrecognisable, and I couldn't identify them because their scents were masked. I could only perceive charcoal and mud on them. And I saw a glowing downward-pointing triangle on their forehead." I nodded, knowing it would take a powerful werewolf to distinguish between scents, masked or not. Looking at Declan, I doubted his sense of smell was strong enough to do so.

The masked man dropped Andrea, stumbling back in shock as I stood before him, a massive black wolf with glowing golden eyes. “W-what?!” he stammered, his voice trembling. “That’s impossible! The wolfsbane—it should’ve stopped you!” I bared my teeth, a low, guttural growl vibrating in my chest. “Don’t just stand there!” he yelled at his men. “Kill him!” The two werewolves shifted, their bodies twisting as they lunged at me.