Agamemnon Mask Novels & Stories

He stopped behind her, his hands resting on the back of her chair. "You're going, Liora. Tonight isn't just a party. It's a statement." "Julian Vane thinks he can whisper in your ear. I'm going to show the world that there is no room for him." Liora looked at his reflection. "By hiding me behind a mask?" "By showing them that even behind a mask, you are the most powerful woman in the room." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Inside was a mask made of delicate silver filigree, encrusted with the 'Phantom Sapphires' from her new mine.

His mother's love for him was reflected in such a subtle detail. Inside the box was an access token to Doomsday, several ultra-realistic masks, and several advanced weapons. Grand Old Master Ares was astonished when he saw the token.

Beside it lay a mask—a plain, featureless white porcelain half-mask that covered the eyes and nose, devoid of glitter, feathers, or expression. "It looks like a shroud," Aria whispered, picking up the heavy velvet. "It’s a Domino," Cassandra corrected, applying a layer of gold shimmer to her collarbones. "Very Venetian. Very mysterious. And most importantly, it blends in with the drapes." She turned from the mirror, her eyes critical and cold. "Tonight is my twenty-ninth birthday, Aria. It is a Masquerade. The theme is 'Gilded Age Decadence.' I am the Queen. Damian is the King. And you..." She gestured vaguely at the gray heap. "You are the shadow."

Eve The mask is made of heavy gold filigree, molded to the shape of a fox. It presses against my cheekbones, cold and rigid, hiding everything but my eyes and mouth. Beside me, Dominik wears a black wolf mask that covers the upper half of his face. It makes his blue eyes look startlingly bright, like ice chips suspended in the dark. He looks terrifying. He looks magnificent. We stand at the top of the marble staircase overlooking the Grand Ballroom of the Pierre Hotel. Below us, a sea of silk, velvet, and diamonds swirl to the sound of a live orchestra.

Aurora called moved closer to her. With that, she introduced, "Mom, this is Manuel Dumont." Alma was very enthusiastic: "I have long heard about you, but today is the first time I’m seeing you this close. I’m honored to have you in my home, Mr Dumont.” “Mrs Sullivan, you can just call me Manuel." He said, handing over the gift in his hand, “This is the "Gold Mask" developed by Mont’s cosmetic company, it has the effect of rejuvenating the skin, but Mrs Sullivan, you are so young and beautiful, I'm afraid you can't use it."

Lex perused the masquerade, feeling somewhat elated by the fact that he was indistinguishable. He adjusted his white and gold mask that covered his entire forehead but extended only to half of his face. The overall colour was white with an acrylic effect. The gold highlighted the eyelids and accentuated the mask.

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

William says as he inspects the masks of the generals. "These masks have engraved letters: M, L, and H. They have 25 members, and the 26th is for their boss. Like the alphabets." John deduced as he looked over the masks. Ingrid nods her head in agreement, seeing that the plague mask does have any letters; they are considered a runt while the lettered ones are in higher ranking. Ingrid smelled the generals' green clothes and began to look for clues in them. "Their clothes smell of salt—natural salt, like in mines or the ocean. Like the masks, whoever weaved it, has a steady hand," she says.

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

He was well built, surely perfectly chiseled beneath that fancy suit of his, but the most interesting part about him was the mask he wore. It covered his whole face, made of the same glittering obsidian that the building was made out of, accents of diamonds around the eyes and jaw. I was instantly captivated by his presence, drawn to every single thing about him. The way he strode over to me, holding his gloved hand out. The purr of his voice as he said, “Hello Miss Hawke. I’m Archimedes.”