Agamemnon Mask Novels & Stories

But my mind became more confused because of an unexpected dream—about the fairies who first settled here in Wysteria. The Agamemnon in my dream was far from what I expected. In my mind or imagination, he is full of darkness and scary. But he is the opposite of my dream. He is a wonderful being who can do anything to protect his child. He is just a father who loves his son very much. But what do they say Sushi Agamemnon, the king of darkness is the one who will bring everyone's doom?

Hasen said as he took out a box and placed it on the table. Amanda grabbed some and examined them. They are modern masquerade ball masks, some of which were white, black, or silver in color. They were embellished with sparkling glitter, side feathers, jewels, and glossy silk. There are half, full, or had handles that cover the upper part of the face. "I will go now, I—" Jin said as he stood up, but he was pushed by back Hasen and Goro. "Hey man! No fair! Have some fun as well!" Hasen pats his back and side-hugged him, "Come with us to the nightclub!"

To be precise, he was the serious man who betted on me earlier. “I bought you with my 1 billion. Shouldn’t you thank me, Kamilah?” Hearing his voice clearly now, I instantly knew who it was. The man took off his mask for a few seconds for me to see before he returned it to his face and Isleen gasped at the sight. The man took off his mask for a few seconds for me to see before he returned it to his face and Isleen gasped at the sight. “Was my cover so good that you didn’t recognize me?” Alpha Magnus said.

"Hello, brother." Men wear their signature plain black mask that only covers their eyes and women wear their embellish golden half-mask with intricate design to hide their identity. Garrulous speeches and chatterings from the horde of businessmen quickly filled the auction house. Trevor and Sumire walk among them can't help but astonish to see the simple yet elegant black handrail, art galleries hanging on the wall of red and the golden baluster artistically drawn on the spiral stair is truly admirable.

Alex looked at Mask and then towards the woman who was sitting on the throne. Then, he asked, “Who is she?” “A deity,” Mask replied. It surprised Alex even more, and he asked again more tentatively, “Athena?” There was no mistake. The woman on the throne looked similar to the sculpture that Alex had seen, especially the shape she took. She looked exactly the same. The long spear. The golden shield. The precious crown. The corner of Mask’s lips curled up slightly. “I didn’t expect that you would actually know my name from ancient times.”

I forced my legs to move, following Zeus toward the platform. As we climbed the steps, Zeus reached into his jacket and pulled out a mask. Black leather with silver stitching, similar to what many pack members wore but somehow more elegant. “Wear this,” he said, handing it to me. I took it with hands that wanted to shake but didn’t. The leather was soft against my fingers as I positioned it over my face, tying the strings behind my head. Zeus stood close to an ornate chair that looked completely out of place in this field. The crowd went silent, every eye turning toward us.

Or was it the eerie way he moved—fluid, confident, yet silent, like a phantom materializing out of the dim glow of the chandeliers? Now that he stood close enough, Evelyn could study the details of his mask. It was an intricate piece, covering his entire face, adorned with black and gold gemstones that glinted under the light. But it was the mouthpiece that truly sent a chill down her spine—carved with sharp, exaggerated teeth, as though mocking the very notion of civility.

The masquerade gala was a carnival of lies. Crystal chandeliers shone light on the guest masks and the air smelled of champagne and secrets. Elena stood at the top of the grand staircase, her emerald beautiful gown shimmering like snake scales, her mask a feathered half face that hid everything but her eyes sharp and wary. Below, Liam held court, his laughter too loud, his blue tie a flag of arrogance. Noah adjusted his black tie, he was putting on a mask made with a simple strip of leather. "Do you have to do this?"

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.