Antelope Masked Singer Novels & Stories

Miles locked his twin fingers, creating an invisible aura, the cold aura swept past Fenghuaug's face, and she opened her eyes and looked at the stage in a daze. “Please, everyone, I want to express my sincerest gratitude to everyone for coming to my concert, I love you all” “I love you too!” screams followed afterwards. Angel was sitting in a secluded section of the stadium, with Lycan who have just come in, to watch Mora's Mask sing. Lycan pursed his lips tightly, he could tell from his height, complexion, and voice Mora's Mask was his son. The light in the stadium went off, and a stage light beamed on Miles, he started singing the new song.

"Even in gibberish, your singing is awful." Zehra put the kitten down and got up, brushing her jeans and trying to exude a confidence she did not feel. "Well, hello to you too. And it's Arabic, though I wouldn't expect an ignorqnt fool like you to know that." The person raised an eyebrow. The person was in a weird outfit and Zehra wondered how he walked around without attracting attention. He was wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. But that wasn't the abnormality; covering the half of his face was metallic mask that contorted his voice so it would be unrecognizable.

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.

I said into my phone the moment he was gone. “What did that bastard want?” my best friend screamed. “He wants me to wear a mask and sing for Meredith tonight.” “Is he insane? Your voice is nothing like hers! The elders will know instantly.” “I know,” I said coldly. “That’s exactly why I’m going.” “You want to get caught?” Selene asked. “I want everyone to see my face. Call the Moon Herald Keepers. Tell them the top human singer has a huge secret to reveal tonight at the performance hall.”

Eva listened to the melodious voice of the person in front of her. The voice made her smile, but the smile that appeared on her face was slightly stiff. She didn't know why she agreed to what Xander did. This is a fraud because the man instead uses a mask while singing to present herself. "He really..." Eva couldn't continue her sentence, she just shook her head slowly while clapping along with the people who witnessed Xander's singing performance.

Meadow smiled without speaking. Milan's whole body felt cold. He saw with his own eyes Antaram singing one song after another, he saw with his own eyes the singer's hoarse voice, his figure struggling to endure... Was that woman the same at first? Antaram's throat had long been unable to sing those songs. She was panting, desperately swallowing her saliva. Even if the person next to her seemed indifferent, he could see that her voice was now hoarse. Milan's face was cold, looking at her like ice: "If you can't finish singing, then go to Southeast Asia to "play" for a few days."

“Isn’t this… the best male singer? “He never appears in any show easily, but he is appearing in their show?” Serene felt something was wrong. When she saw the guest line-up yesterday, she did not see Kaiser Rangel’s name. It seemed that Samantha went back and added it at the last minute after she was triggered yesterday. “But, only Kaiser Rangel is not sufficient to compete with us, right?” As soon as she spoke, she saw other familiar faces, such as Midas Jackson, the best R&B singer and Emma Clarkson, the gorgeous female singer. “Are they also appearing?” Then, Andrea Domingo, Jackie Diesel, Stephen Perry, Edan Hemworth…

the man uttered, and she was sure of who that baritone voice belonged to. She looked to her left and saw the man wearing a mask to hide his identity. "The assassin who tried to kill me…" she whispered as she looked him up and down. He nodded his head. "How petty of you to attack when your enemy is vulnerable. Can't fight the mafia boss fairly, huh?" she mocked and he chuckled before putting away the knife and putting it in his pocket. He sat on her bed and she scooted away but he held her arm firmly. "I'm not here to kill anyone," he uttered with a smirk as he looked over at Keisha's facial features. He watched as her face twisted with confusion. He got closer to her and she leaned back to a

When Silvia reached the landing, the guy carrying her banner looked at her with a smile that was a funny mix of proud, loving and daring, and stepped up to walk ahead of her. Then, a woman with a deep alto voice started singing in Elvish, if you can frigging believe it, in a duet on the same octave with no less and no other than Stu fucking Masterson, the king of rock himself. Turned out the woman was Masterson’s wife, who had been Silvia’s English teacher back in Patagonia and now was a big-time Latino rockstar. Because why not, right? They were standing opposite the red party, with the harpist and the flutist, both of them and the musicians dressed in light brown Renaissance attires.