Anbu Black Ops Mask Novels & Stories

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.

he responded shortly as if he understood it completely. "And done, here." he gave Primo the camera when he's done setting it. Primo noticed the beautiful mask that he wore. It's a gold kitten mask with fangs on bothd sides downward and minni chains on both ears. It looks sa cool and fabulous and might be the only mask existing. "Are you ready?" Allen asked as Primo poisted himself and that's the queue for Allen to start the live. As soon as the live started, a lot of notification and comments flooded his computer. Every single person giving thousands of coins.

“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.

In the next instant, the suite's electronic lock clicked open. I could not help but smirk, a sly grin spreading across my face.

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

Back then, we had agreed that if we were meeting the next night, we would place an acorn in the tree hollow. "It's you!" I grasped Waylon's hand excitedly. "You… You're the boy with the wooden mask!" My voice was barely audible as I spoke. "But why… Why did you never say anything?" "Because I was a coward back then," Waylon replied. His voice was low, as if the weight of a long-buried secret had finally come crashing down. Waylon was the Alpha's heir to the Nocterra pack. He had been strictly trained since childhood, and even sneaking out to see me was a huge risk.