Agamemnon Mask Novels & Stories

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

Eros threatened with a deep tone. "Touch a single hair on Keisha's body, I dare you," he added to his sentence as he menacingly glared at the man. "Who the fuck even are you?" Eros asked with a raised eyebrow and the man in front of him turned to his wife with a curious look. Keisha just shrugged at Daimon. "Ah, so you haven't told him," he concluded with a sigh. He stood up from the couch and walked to the desk. They're currently inside his office and when he reached his desk, he opened the locked drawer. He grabbed the fox mask that he always wore during his assassinations and threw it across the room toward Eros. He caught it mid-air and started inspecting it.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

The scrutiny was beginning already, before formal vows between their parents. “As per tradition, I shall wear my Heir Mask made for formal dinners, Father,” Elizabeth said with a nod. Alexander nodded, his expression softening almost imperceptibly. "Yes. The silver one with moonstone accents will be appropriate. It reinforces the royal bloodline while acknowledging the solemnity of a formal diplomatic reception." Elizabeth felt a small measure of satisfaction at her father's approval. The silver mask was her favourite, less restrictive than some of the more elaborate designs while still maintaining the necessary air of mystery and authority.

When she calmed down, she turned to me, her face stern and asked, "Noah Ware, who is that man you brought into your home?" ************************************* ___POV In the crowd of patients and staff alike, a lone man stood. He wore a grab similar to that of ancient Greeks in red and white. His hair golden like the morning Sun, his skin pale as if he hasn't spent a second under the rays of sunlight. His visible eye the purest shade of gold. Half of his face is covered with a prosthetic mask, hiding it from view. The crowd seemed to ignore him like he is not there yet subconsciously making way for him to pass through.

Like her, he wore a black mask, but his was designed to look like a snarling monster, with a blood-red mark on its forehead. Her gaze narrowed. Something about his height, posture, and especially his eyes felt oddly familiar. But she couldn't place him. The masked man, whom Amelia identified as the impostor, leaned casually against a gambling table, surveying the crowd with a cold, distant stare. “The rules haven't changed. Beat me, and you can not only unmask me but walk away with $300 million." He raised three fingers, slow and deliberate. Though his face was hidden, the faint smirk in his voice was unmistakable.

GEMMA The figure ahead moved slowly, stepping into the moonlight. He wore a mask, much like the ones I’d seen in the coliseum, and his eyes gleamed with a light. Behind me, I could hear the howls drawing closer. I braced myself, wondering how on earth this man had managed to appear in front of us again. We had left them miles away and yet, here he was. Nate pushed me behind him, his stance protective. “Stay back,” he whispered urgently.

It was simple, but it fit her perfectly. “Are you sure about this, Alpha?” she whispered, adjusting his collar to cover the edge of the gauze. “It feels... dangerous. To be out in the open.” “We cannot hide,” Oreon murmured, looking at her reflection. “If we hide, the pack smells fear. If we hide, Abram wins.” He turned around. He reached onto his desk and picked up two objects. Masks. One was a black wolf, carved from ebony with accents of silver. The Alpha’s mask.

His eyes shifted onto the frowning lady. But seeing the look of sheer happiness on her son’s face made the mother draw a deep breath. Taking the white mask which symbolized peace and power—and by far the most used mask among the citizens—she gave the mask to her son as she rummage through her purse for a piece of bronze. “We’ll have this.” “Yes! Thank you, Mom! I will be a brave wolf so I can protect you forever!” His small limbs encased his mother’s waist with a hug as his hand held the mask with utmost care.

Finally, Albot walks towards me with a simple wooden box in hand, a sly smile on his face. “Atticus told me this is for you.” He says softly, opening the box to reveal a delicately crafted mask. The mask is shaped like a crescent moon, the lower portion will be covering my eyes while the upper portion will be slightly above my hair line. What surprises me the most is that it is made with silver threads with a small delicate chain holding a pearl sized moonstone falling from the tip of the top peak. A mask only I can wear, a piece of silver that could be used as a weapon, and a moonstone that I have a feeling Cassandra enchanted with another charm to keep my identity a secret. With a smile, I