Arcane Firelights Masks Novels & Stories

The mansion lit up like something out of a dream. Hundreds of lighting fixtures shimmered along the tall domestic windows, flickering all through the marble like dancing fireflies. A gentle track floated through the air, easy and complete of power. Men in smooth suits and ladies in flowing gowns wandered through the courtyard, faces hidden at the back of sensitive, jeweled masks. It changed into Damien’s masquerade ball.

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

The man added. Why I can't see his face, why it's very blurry and why it's fading. " All the disappointments, broken dreams and deep dark experiences will soon be forgotten and blotted out like a bad dream when the glorious dawn of Heaven arrives," The man said as he rubbed the back of my head. What is this? What does this mean? " Hey Gun" I heard a loud voice coming towards my location, I saw 6 shadows running towards my area, their face is blurry as well.

Unholy Fire Glove. Continued

{Present time} "Now! Let's all welcome the soul of the night. The biggest of the biggest! And the hardest among the hardest! The twelve-month consecutive most requested man in the club. Let's give him a loud round of applause… Mr. Claws and Fangs!" Yeah. You heard the herald right. Humans dubbed me as Mr. Claws and Fangs in the club when we could not disclose our identities to our avid dependents. It's for security purposes as they say. At least that's what came out of my brain when I was asked by the manager of the club since I am someone with sharp claws and elongated fangs behind my black facemask. Every time I made my entrance heading to the center stage of the club, several men and wome

"Hello, brother." Men wear their signature plain black mask that only covers their eyes and women wear their embellish golden half-mask with intricate design to hide their identity. Garrulous speeches and chatterings from the horde of businessmen quickly filled the auction house. Trevor and Sumire walk among them can't help but astonish to see the simple yet elegant black handrail, art galleries hanging on the wall of red and the golden baluster artistically drawn on the spiral stair is truly admirable.

Somewhere in the depths of the glimmering village, Amanda, Granger, Westfall, and Cressendra are waiting, watching over Kenna for us. None of us knows what’s going to happen. I’m not even sure how to do this. But as I sweep my gaze back toward my mate and my brother, I see the mystics appearing in their white robes and crystal masks, and then one of them appears behind me. She places the Firestone mask in my hands then brushes her thumb over my forehead in a silent blessing. Chills skitter up and down my spine, but I hold firm. I will not be afraid. I will not yield.

Now that his own son has put him in his place, in the burning pits of damnation, then I suppose everyone would be devoting themselves to the very guy who slit his throat. The doorbell chiming behind me instantly pulled me out of my thoughts, signaling someone came into the tavern. I took my mask from my satchel, tying it over my hair as it covers my eyes. It was a green mask, decorated with laces and jewels I bought from the King’s market. “What drinks would you be going for, Masked Lady? Everything is worth one gold coin.” he asked, nodding over to his collection of drinks. He takes a large empty glass, as he awaits for my answer.

Luca got us outfits, along with some sort of face masks to conceal our identity, which is an extremely brilliant move. My outfit consisted of black doll-like boots with a short corset dress that complimented my body so much, making me look like a bratz’s doll. Meanwhile, Luca was dressed in leather, it’s the first time I’d be seeing him in something like this, and it made my stomach curl with Lust as I looked him up and down. The mask I had on had bunny ears, concealing the top part of my face, and when Luca stood behind me, with his mask still in his hand, it gave me the perfect image of what I’ve been trying to picture since I saw it online.

I breathed quietly. Maria suddenly stepped closer holding something in her hands. Before I could react, she carefully fastened a silver mask across my face. I blinked in surprise. The mask curved elegantly around my eyes, decorated with tiny silver stones and moon shaped patterns. “What is this?” Maria smiled. “The Alpha must find you tonight.” I stared at her blankly. “What?” She giggled softly while adjusting the mask. “At Tombstone’s anniversary ball, every unmated lady wears a mask during her first celebration.”