Arcane Firelights Masks Novels & Stories

She danced and mingled with ease, while I found solace at the bar, sipping on a drink and watching the partygoers from afar. As the night progressed, I found myself feeling more at ease with the party's anonymity. The masks allowed me to forget about my past and embrace the mystery and intrigue of the night. But that all changed when I saw him - a tall, dark stranger, dressed in a black suit and mask. He stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be interested in my drink, but he approached me nonetheless. "Hey there, beautiful. May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice smooth and low.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Lord Deragon stood up with furious expression, dangerous intent burst out of his body,his aura changed and the five commanders felt suffocated by the aura,the masked man grinned sitting comfortably in his seat. "Master…"the five commanders struggled to call obviously to help them out. "Lord Deragon,it is enough"the masked man said,dark smoke burst out of his body clearing out the suffocating aura of Lord Deragon. Lord Deragon pointed his hand toward the masked man and sent a black mini fireball to him,the masked man smiled and absorbed it. He stretched out his hand also,black fireball appeared and blasted Lord Deragon with it,he quickly repelled it in another direction.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

A porter opens the carriage door and Ares grabs my hand. “C’mon!” His face lights up brighter than a full moon’s and we both jump down from the carriage. I almost stumble on my heels before we even reach the main door though. Maybe I should have worn my boots, no one would be able to notice them underneath the long white gown anyways. Quickly, I slide on my mask. It is a simple white mask with tiny diamonds on the side. The diamonds are fake of course. Ares had swiped it from his sister’s collection of trinkets as well.

"It will dissolve if it catches a scent of blood. If you get slashed up in an accident or intentionally and start to bleed, then the glamour will start to unravel until your body can heal itself." I shrugged. "That's all ?" "Girl, that's enough to get you expelled and get you killed if you're not careful." "I'll be fine." Magda smiled. "Stupid or brave. Can't say which." "Both," said Liam. She glared at him. "You're not much better, helping her with this folly." He smiled. "Family." She breathed harder. "Whatever. The spell won't take until tomorrow night. Until then, you'll keep projecting yourself. Try not to get yourself killed

Lantern light flickered against the fog, creating ghostly shadows on the rock faces. High above on the eastern cliff face, hidden within the swirling mist, Ariana stood completely motionless. Her dark cloak blended seamlessly into the night, and tendrils of Umbra-Regis shadow wrapped around her limbs, suppressing her scent and heartbeat. Beside her, Silas knelt on one knee, holding a long hunting bow tipped with shadow-infused steel. Suddenly, the wind shifted. From the dark crags along the canyon walls, five masked figures dropped soundlessly onto the snowy path below, blocking the vanguard's path. They wore fitted leather armor and iron wolf masks that gleamed menacingly in the lantern lig

He throws a bullet of fire out behind the row of houses and ignites the darkness. Gray-yellow light is reflected in the trajectory of the fireball before it hits the ground, and the many lights turn into eyes as black as night. Too many who are now staring at them, baring their pointed sets of teeth. "Interesting”. The queen of the Bakorshaas appears in the glow of the fireball. Her face is twisted in a grotesque mask, marked by heavy eyebrows and a narrow, pointed chin. Her slim figure protrudes a whole head over even the tallest of the humans. “Who gave you this gift,

she took a deep breath, swung her head in an attempt to evade the rolling blood from her forehead. “Thank you, and if you don't believe me, check the fire accident, at, 52 Victoria Street, downtown, it was no accident,” Maria said before heading to the door. “Are you two going to leave me tied up?” Kara questioned calmly. Andre turned to help loosen the bound when Maria held him. “She did that a while ago already, ” Kara forced a weak smile as she pulled her hands from behind her. Kara flung the chair towards Maria as she charged towards her.

Then, she lifted the velvet box containing the silver mask and looked at me in awe. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “you look like someone who’s… untouchable.” A faint smile curved my lips. “Maybe because tonight, I’m not meant to be touched.” She laughed nervously before carefully placing the mask over my face. The silk lining brushed against my skin, leaving only my lips and a small part of my face visible. To erase my scent completely, I picked up a bottle of NightFang perfume—a blend of deep cedar and faint wolfbane—and sprayed it along my neck and wrists. The fragrance was potent enough to drown out the scent Alaric once knew by heart.