Arcane Firelights Masks Novels & Stories

Bri just smiled, catching herself in the mirror. Bri I found myself staring at a me I didn’t recognize. I was staring back at a woman who was strong and bold. One with fire in her veins and a heart full of love. Celeste handed me my mask. A beautifully crafted piece, its silver glittered and shone in the light. The designs were cut out so my skin would peak through but my identity would be hidden. The fleur de lis on my brow, the sweeps and swirls of floral designs were etched gracefully, each side the same as the other. White feathers accented the tips of the ears while crystals adorned the brow, in the center and in strategic places across the design. Sweeps and curls depicting whiskers wo

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

But I didn't need to see their faces to know they were watching us. I leaned heavily into Alaric’s side as we walked down the grand marble staircase. My hand rested on the fine wool of his sleeve, feeling the rigid strength of his forearm beneath the fabric. For the evening, I wore a gown of deep crimson satin that pooled around my ankles, contrasted by a delicate silver filigree mask that covered the upper half of my face. Alaric wore a stark black coat and a heavy, obsidian mask that made him look like a myth brought to life. "Smile, little bird," Alaric murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that barely carried over the swelling orchestra music. "The entire room is trying to calcul

AMARA ​The bright, studio-grade LED lights of the makeup artist’s ring-light snapped on with a sudden, aggressive click, blinding me in a wash of stark, unforgiving white. To Diva and Mara—the newly arrived makeup artist—it was just the start of a standard, high-profile glam session. To me, it felt like an interrogation lamp. It cast sharp, clinical shadows across the linoleum, exposing every flaw, every tremor, and every ounce of the terror I was desperately trying to bury beneath my skin.

“Every masquerade has its entrance cues, performance acts, and exit blocks. If this follows classic Velvet structure, the entire event will be controlled through proximity tech and biometric pings.” He tapped a section of the event subfolder. “There’s a hidden entry under security protocols labeled ‘Ghostlight Access – Tier 0.’ It overrides movement restrictions.” Isolde narrowed her eyes. “So we’ll need a Ghostlight badge to move freely.” “Or a body that has one,” Penelope muttered. “Noted,” Isolde said. “What else?” Vivienne’s voice, still slightly hoarse from recovery, cut through the air as she entered the room. “You’ll need masks. Not just for disguise. Velvet masks are tagged with ID f

My dress was a structured masterpiece of midnight-blue velvet, the bodice encrusted with sapphires that caught the light with every breath. My mask was a delicate filigree of silver that covered the upper half of my face, leaving only my eyes, cold and watchful, exposed to the world. Alaric was the perfect escort. He stayed exactly three inches behind my shoulder, a silent promise of protection, his own mask, a bold golden lion that suited his predatory grace. “You’re distracted, ma chérie,” Alaric whispered, his breath warm against my ear as we navigated the ballroom. “Your pulse is racing against my hand. Is the pressure of the announcement too much?”

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

I drew my knees up and rested my forearms across them, staring at the mess I’d made. The room smelled of smoke and liquor and copper. I reached up with trembling fingers and hooked them under the edge of the silver mask. Metal warmed from my skin as it peeled away with a faint sucking sound where dried blood had glued it in place. I let the mask drop into my lap. Cool air kissed the ruined half of my face, the twisted scar tissue, the puckered flesh that never quite healed right after the fire that took my mother and branded me monster. For the first time in years I didn’t reach for another mask to cover it.

"Let's forget everything and enjoy today, Aria because tomorrow you will be stuck with a man forever." Aria rolled her eyes at her statement and gulped a small amount of champagne from the bottle before taking it from her cousin's hand. Selena winked at her and clapped her hands twice. Her friends cheered for Aria. Suddenly the whole club went dark. The arena filled with the harsh murmur when the lights went off. Aria's spine straightened instinctively and her hand went to her knife but then the lights turned on and loud music banged the whole club. And Aria’s gaze from on the five men were wearing low-waist cargo pants and oversized T-shirts with skeleton masks over their faces.