Wolf With Sheep Mask Novels & Stories

“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

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Wolves in their human forms moved in and out of the entrance in masks and formal wear, and the air was thick with competing scents, cedar and pine and smoke and flowers, dozens of wolves pressed into a single space, each one carrying their rank and their power on their skin. At the entrance, a table held rows of masks arranged by design. Martin picked through them and selected one, holding it up for me to see. A white rabbit, delicate and feminine, with long ears that curved back and small pearls set into the edges. "A rabbit?" I said. "Trust me." He fastened it gently over my face, adjusting the ribbons at the back of my head. "A room full of wolves, and you walk in as a rabbit. Every eye i

Once he was close enough, I jumped on his shoulders, trapping his head with my legs and pulling at the horns. When he held me up, trying to strangle me, I realized he was not mortal because dark hollows replaced his eyes, and he had no face. If I took off this mask, he would be dead. I held on tightly to his horns as he staggered with me and tried to pull me off his head. I held on tightly, pulling at his mask. He groaned and hit me on trees to get me off him. I yelped but refused to let go. I pulled and pulled until the mask came off his head. I crashed to the ground with it and watched him as he staggered about, disappearing like smoke. I groaned and lay there on the floor, breathing heavi

Wolf nodded heavily, "Boss, I know, I'll speed up for sure, I won't hold up your big plans. Member Ms. Lamb has already been tamed, she's full of killing intent now, and the second sacrifice is almost ready." "Very good, but..." That guy was also wearing a mask, but it wasn't an animal, it was a Thor mask. He turned around, eyes fixed on him: "Wolf, sometimes you can play smart, but don't overdo it, or you won't even know how you died in the end." When Wolf heard that, he got chills all over. The adult's words were intimidating without even trying, and his body started shaking on its own. "Are you scared?"

But before it could complete, a sharp sound sliced through the air, like steel tearing through wind. One of the feral wolves’ heads fell to the ground, rolling to a stop in front of Zephyr. Zephyr turned sharply. Standing there was a man in a black robe, his face hidden beneath a mask, holding a sword as though he belonged to another era entirely. Within a few minutes, all the feral alphas were taken down. Zephyr felt a wave of nausea at the sheer brutality, this person had slaughtered them as if they were nothing more than pigs.

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.

Through the breach I could see the hunters reorganizing their formation, preparing for another assault. Then their leader stepped forward from the back ranks. He wore the same dark armor as the others but his was decorated with additional symbols that suggested higher rank. His face was covered by a mask that resembled a wolf's skull, blank eye sockets that somehow seemed to stare directly at me despite the distance. "Last chance," the leader called out. "Send out the Spirit Wolf or we come in and take her over your corpses." "Go to hell," Caden shouted back. The leader tilted his head like he was considering something before reaching up to remove his mask. The movement seemed deliberate, th