Arcane Firelights Masks 소설 & 이야기

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

I said, turning and stopping in awe. Lucy's mask was a sterling silver with workings of tiny glass beads and lace hanging from it, so that it covered her eyes and her mouth. "Both masks are beautiful!"

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

Zara asked, handing me the diamante covered lilac mask which had been made to match the dress. I merely nodded, moving over to a silver panel on the citadel’s exterior wall so that I could use it as a mirror. My hair and makeup had been artfully done by Ally so that I resembled a succubus as long as you didn’t look too closely, my lips a rosey red and my skin looking utterly flawless. She had even plastered fake eyelashes on me and had finished them off with a thousand strokes of mascara. I carefully placed the mask on my face, trying not to mess up the stylish curls which Ally had twisted up and pinned into place.

Act like I was something they owned and turn to raw muscle powers and force if I didn’t obediently bow my head and agree. The kitchenette door slammed open, and I quickly wiped my face off with my sleeve. I washed down the food that felt like it had expanded in my throat and mentally put on my old mask. I turned around to face the person waiting at the door with a smile and playfully arched a brow. My heart beat harder, and I struggled to keep my smile normal and don’t let it be too stiff. Arcane eyes looked over me with caution, taking me in and threatening to rip my smiling mask off. And for a second, I feared that he would manage it. So, like nothing happened, I turned back to my food but

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.

Her lips brushed his cheek, her breath warm against his skin, her body leaning into him, the heat of the fire mingling with the heat of their connection, the grove a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. Mara sat on a woven mat near the fire, her cropped black hair ruffled by the breeze, strands catching the sunlight, her brown eyes bright with mischief, her dark green tunic embroidered with silver threads, her flame pendant hanging around her neck, the wooden bead cord on her wrist gleaming in the firelight, her skin flushed from the heat, the firelight dancing on her face, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Ember, her wolf, lounged beside her, her russet fur shimmering in

Victor stood beside the first as Maria approached him with a velvet box. "Your mask," she said, opening it to reveal an intricately crafted piece. "Custom made, as you requested." Victor took it without comment, examining the half-mask of burnished gold and obsidian. It was crafted to resemble a death's head—not garish or Halloween-like, but subtle and elegant, with empty eyes that would reveal nothing of the man beneath. "Perfect," he finally said, his voice low. "Victor," Maria began, hesitating. "Are you sure about tonight? We could still—"

When we finally pulled up to the towering gates of the Claw Bane pack’s house, I took a shaky breath, willing myself to stay calm. Beta Nathan stepped out first, opening the door for us, and I gathered the skirts of my dress as I followed Alpha Rowan onto the wide stone path leading up to the ballroom entrance. It was just as I had always remembered it. Alpha Rowan paused, reaching into his coat pocket, and handed me a delicate, intricate mask. Its silver edges gleamed in the moonlight, fine threads curling into the shapes of leaves and feathers. Relief washed over me as I realised—this was a masquerade. With the mask, I’d be hidden, anonymous. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

she exhaled sharply and bowed stiffly, “I’m glad I got to know you all. Would you mind telling Ryle and Kaine the same thing when they return?” The ground beneath their feet quaked and a bright light erupted from the top of the hill. The woman in the olive-green dress disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the shattered remains of the mask on the sand beneath her feet. Arianne wrapped her arms around Éclair as her friend sobbed hard against her chest, burdened by the weight of her decision. Marielle sat on the sand, her eyes fixed on the mask. Xena sidled up next to her, hugging her knees close to her chest.