Arcane Masks Novels & Stories

“He’s dressing war in lace and jewels.” “He wants power to look beautiful,” Mira said. “Because he knows the world ignores ugly truths if they come in satin.” Andrei entered, carrying a black box. “What’s that?” I asked. He placed it in front of me. “For you. Your invitation.” Inside was a mask. Midnight velvet. Edged in metal. Dotted with bloodstone. It wasn’t a disguise. It was a challenge. Lucien ran his fingers across the fabric. “He wants you to play his game.”

“Prepare the King’s chambers. I need the mask.” A few minutes later, Rowan stood before the ornate mirror in Derek’s private rooms. The heavy, ceremonial armor felt alien on his shoulders. A servant held the mask, a masterpiece of illusion crafted by the pack’s finest artisan. It was a perfect replica of Derek’s face, imbued with a subtle magic that clouded the eye and made the wearer appear taller, broader, more imposing. He took the mask and fitted it over his own features. The world became slightly muted, the air tasting of metal and enchantment. He looked in the mirror and saw not himself, but his Alpha.

Slumping back on the bed, she closed her eyes and her mind drifted off to Hardin again. ****** The car pulled up in front of the red carpet and camera shutters began to click as the Maybach door opened and Rebecca slowly alighted from it. She was dressed in a blue sequin gown that clung onto her body accentuating her hourglass figure and her hair was pulled back in neat ponytail and the mild makeup on her face made her look more natural and beautiful. The shimmering of her gown gave a good accompaniment to her appearance and she couldn’t help but feel thankful towards the designer.

Maven said. “Do you have pictures or anything?” Aurelian asked. “Yes, a few of the pack members sent pictures,” he said, taking another file. He dropped it on the table, and we gathered it. Maven and I gasp. “Goddess,” Felix said. The pictures are terrible; I can’t even recognise the person. Their eyes are pure white, and their skin is black. Then, with red veins all over their bodies, they look hideous. “What is this?” I asked.

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.

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?”

Hasen said as he took out a box and placed it on the table. Amanda grabbed some and examined them. They are modern masquerade ball masks, some of which were white, black, or silver in color. They were embellished with sparkling glitter, side feathers, jewels, and glossy silk. There are half, full, or had handles that cover the upper part of the face. "I will go now, I—" Jin said as he stood up, but he was pushed by back Hasen and Goro. "Hey man! No fair! Have some fun as well!" Hasen pats his back and side-hugged him, "Come with us to the nightclub!"

“Did you sleep well, princess?” “No, Daddy.” “She had a dream that the raccoon stole your pancakes,” Taylor said. Daniel gasped. “Ricky? Say it ain’t so!” Olivia giggled louder. “He didn’t mean to!” He placed her gently in small chair and sat across from her. “Mama made you something special. Close your eyes.” Immediately, she placed her hands over her eyes. Taylor brought the plate over, three pancakes shaped like bunny ears, with blueberries for eyes and syrup in a swirl.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Yet, what I beheld within caused my jaw to drop in astonishment as if it had detached from my face and plummeted to the floor below. [You have acquired the Arcane Tower blueprint] “Huh?” [Arcane Towers, also known as Arcane Turrets, are Constructs forged from Mana ore, crafted to safeguard cities within ancient civilizations. Immobile and formidable, these towers serve as sentinels, relentlessly targeting any creature that dares to approach.] [Armed with potent abilities, Arcane Towers unleash antimagic rays that pierce through any form of physical or magical defence, rendering conventional barriers futile in the face of their onslaught.]