Wolf With Sheep Mask Novels & Stories

Before I could finish my question, Mael reappeared… wearing a wolf mask he’d clearly stolen from one of the banquet performers. I blinked. “Mael.” Rio whistled. “Oh, that’s terrifying. Excellent choice.” Hans pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to be associated with any of you.” Johanis, however, finally seemed interested. His little head tilted slightly, his wide eyes locked onto Mael’s masked face. Encouraged, Mael let out the most exaggerated growl I had ever heard. “Fear me, little heir! I am the mighty wolf of legend!”

Blake looked torn, and he questioned with uncertainty, "What if I get caught at the show?" Derick reassured him, "You have to be careful. Hide your wolf scent and remember, it's a masquerade event. We can blend in and pull this off." Reluctantly, Blake agreed to attend with us. The following evening, we found ourselves at Alpha Eduardo's balloon show. The event was swarming with werewolves from various regions, each concealed behind elaborate masquerade costumes. As we entered, we lost sight of Blake, who had ventured off into the crowd.

This was where the core operation of the Black Wolf Clan and the other Wolf's small calm who are under them exists. The car stopped in front of the large gate and a butler approached them and opened the car. "Good evening Highness. You're quite late, the celebration had already started inside." The green-eyed butler greeted him as he handed his coat to him. The butler was wearing a black suit and had a pair of scar engraved on his left cheeks. The Fair Wolf's Clan , he belonged to the fair Wolf's Clan who are under Alexander wings. Alexander smirked at him and suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him senseless. After a moment he drew himself back while the other man was gasping

The wolves approached, their muscles tensed and poised to attack. A figure then appeared out of the shadows. Tall and slender he was dressed in black. The edges of a silver mask, which resembled fangs, covered his face. With one gloved hand up he entered the clearing while his cloak flowed behind him. His voice was low but clear. “Easy,” he said. The wolves halted. Their growls subsided into silence as they retreated into a broad circle, encircling the two but refraining from attacking Fea and Daemon. The man in the mask moved forward slowly and deliberately.

I commanded, standing on my feet. My she-wolves savants stepped outside, and immediately Mogan sprang into action. He rummaged through my wardrobe and retrieved my favorite long black robe with a large wolf head imprint on the right side. He also brought out a new, shiny gold mask and my animal skin-made shoes. Within minutes, I was dressed and looking incredibly handsome. The mask covered the left side of my face, which was burnt, while leaving my flawless right side exposed. The mask had been my confidence; without it, I was vulnerable.

To the others, I am an upcoming ruling Alpha, I encountered several expressions on the wolves' faces whenever they saw me walk past them, their expressions were mixed - pity, anger, and concern. I scoffed as I knew that their expression was not genuine, It was a tingling feeling but I could tell by the expression on their faces whether it was a genuine experience or a fake one. I removed the robe of royalty and put on a mask on my face, I needed to go for a hunt and the gazes that I was already receiving were beginning to freak me out. I was relieved that their gazes had retracted, although some of the wolves' gazes lingered on me, I comported myself because they were trying the figure out t

“Dominic!” I grabbed his arm, pulling. “Wait. We need him alive.” He looked at me, chest heaving, eyes feral. The attacker was bleeding from his mouth, a dark trickle running down his chin. I crouched, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Who sent you? What do you want with Amelia? With me?” The wolf laughed, a wet, broken sound. “You still don’t understand, little Vale.” “Understand what?” His eyes—brown, human, terrified now that the mask had slipped—moved toward the pendant lying several feet away, gleaming in the faint moonlight.

“So did the wolf. He didn’t want her to go alone, or with anyone else.” I slowly turn to the voice–a voice like music–and stare into the shadow of a woman wearing a brilliant white cloak. Her hood covers most of her face until she turns slightly, the reflection of the fire igniting an incredibly intricate mask made of pure crystal. Her eyes are nearly the color of the crystal–white, and glassy. If I were capable of feeling anything, I would have reared back.

She looked up as I asked, "Are you all right?" She smiled, "Peachy!" She looked anything but peachy. I smiled, she was good at putting on a show. I suddenly realized the way she looked now was similar to how she looked at her coming of age. Miss Lang had held this mask all night, never letting it slip. Those that didn't know her, like myself, may have felt something was off but would never suspect the truth. She was a credit to her pack, not letting any visitors know her difficulties and, I guessed, the majority of her own pack didn't know the extent of her injuries.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele