Novel & Cerita Anbu Black Ops Mask

She was in a black dress and a matching black feathery mask covered her face. "Yes, and you are?" I responded. "Antonia Bebbel, Alpha Rashnikov's mate, he is currently with your mate." She introduced, lifting up her mask so I could see her face. She was a pretty blond with diamond blue eyes and red lips. I glanced at her neck, she had a mark from her mate. "It's an honor to meet you." Antonia says. "Yeah likewise." I shook her hand.

Ana closed the door and went to the dressing table again. Placing the box down, Ana pushed her hand forward but stopped. She was hesitating to open it. What if it was Beast again? Ana's palms started sweating at the thought, as her heart picked the unusual speed due to fear again. With her trembling fingers, she pulled the ribbon which fell down. Slowly she forced herself to open the box. Just as she opened the box, she was stunned for a second. It was so beautiful. Ana's mouth hanged open in awe. Unconsciously, her fingers reached forward, touching the edges of the black masquerade mask placed neatly in the box. It was a metal mask with it's edges adorned with tiny diamonds.

Tommaso's main mansion was a line of silent figures. They had appeared so quietly that no one had noticed exactly when they arrived, each individual wore black from head to toe, not a single piece of exposed skin could be seen. Dark clothing merged seamlessly with the growing shadows around the estate, fastened securely across every back rested a katana. Their faces were completely concealed beneath fitted masks, while only their eyes remained visible. Those eyes revealed nothing but absolute stillness. Each of them held strange star-shaped weapons balanced effortlessly between their fingers, the sharpened edges reflected faint light.

Daniel smiled at him and answered, “I…I work for the black mask. Though, I am not sure if I am still working for him.” Valencia asked him sharply, “What is this black mask?” “Not what…who…black mask is the person who is behind all this. He is the one who operates this racket of turning able bodied men and women into werewolves by forcefully turning them.” “Do you have the name of this person? What does he look like?”

Seraphina’s POV It had been a long time since I’d worn anything like this. The gown was sleek and black, made of layered fabrics so fine they almost seemed alive when I moved. It wasn’t ostentatious—Moonbane heirs didn’t wear gold filigree and embroidered dragons—but it was undeniably elegant. The kind of elegance that whispered rather than shouted. I stood before the tall mirror in my room, fastening the mask Ambrosius had sent. Dark opal. Smooth as ice. No decoration save for a thin silver outline along the upper edges—like a crescent moon tipped sideways. When I slid it over my face, the world narrowed and sharpened. My breath caught just a little.

“Hehe, Argent is so arrogant and has a big appetite, asking for more despite already taking my divine weapon.” The man took off his mask made of human skin and revealed a weather-beaten face. He was not old, but his face was distorted as if his skin was burned, which looked terrifying.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

“That does little to reassure me.” Brandon leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone here wears masks. Staff included. Patrons remain anonymous, and identities are protected. Think of it as… academic masquerade.” Hart reached into a sleek black box resting beside him and produced a finely crafted mask. It was matte black with subtle silver detailing—elegant. “For you,” he said, offering it with a small smile. Noah hesitated before taking it. The material was smooth beneath his fingertips, cool and unfamiliar. It concealed the upper half of his face—just enough to render him unrecognizable.

"Show yourself!" From the dark aperture of the ceiling, a pair of combat boots dropped soundlessly onto the rug. The figure stepped out of the shadows, dressed head-to-toe in matte-black tactical gear, his face entirely concealed behind a reinforced carbon-fiber mask. My eyes darted to the right shoulder of his tactical vest. Embroidered in midnight thread was a crest I knew better than my own reflection... the crest of El Paso. The masked man reached up, his gloved fingers releasing the latches on the sides of his helmet. With a soft hiss of escaping pressure, he pulled the mask away, revealing the sharp, familiar jawline and cold, calculating eyes of Alessio.