Arcane Masks Novels & Stories

Beside it lay a mask—a plain, featureless white porcelain half-mask that covered the eyes and nose, devoid of glitter, feathers, or expression. "It looks like a shroud," Aria whispered, picking up the heavy velvet. "It’s a Domino," Cassandra corrected, applying a layer of gold shimmer to her collarbones. "Very Venetian. Very mysterious. And most importantly, it blends in with the drapes." She turned from the mirror, her eyes critical and cold. "Tonight is my twenty-ninth birthday, Aria. It is a Masquerade. The theme is 'Gilded Age Decadence.' I am the Queen. Damian is the King. And you..." She gestured vaguely at the gray heap. "You are the shadow."

“As you all know, our theme tonight is ‘the masked ball’ so please don’t remove those wonderfully crafted masks since it records your real identity. Only those who wear the masked would be eligible for the auction later. Your ticket. Now, let us get to business, shall we? Tonight’s auction comprises a hundred rare goods for everyone to relish and enjoy. Believe me! The old magus had selected all the goods!” Lili looked around and found the noble crowd turning jittery for some unknown reason. “Oh, I almost forgot, don’t take those masks home, my lovely guests.” The auctioneer snapped his fingers and all the masks that were covering the people’s faces shone with faint mysterious lines. “After

After that, Ethelbert had to drink more wine and keep going even though the heat made it feel like his throat was being torn apart over and over again. In an effort to maintain his alert state and take in his surroundings, Ethelbert retreated to the far corner of the room and leaned against the wall there. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the windy balcony on the second floor, where he appeared to see a face he had seen before. Ethelbert experienced a sudden increase in his level of awareness. He rubbed his eyes and made an effort to look more closely in order to ensure that he hadn't made a mistake. His attention was drawn to a picture of a woman who was dressed in a long dress made of blac

They wore a mask, so they wouldn’t attract attention while getting inside the location. Rieska wore a swirling black gown accented with silver, her dark mask sculpted like a raven, covering the upper half of her face. She let her hair flowed loosely with small braids on each side of her ear. And Zenus in his black armor and mask of a black panther. His twin swords were resting on his back. In comparison, Eleand chose a high collar black jacket with gold embroidery. His delicate gold mask carved a dragon’s head. He was confident in his faerie form minus the wings.

Darren continued to explain as we looked at our masks. I haven’t been to many gatherings, but I doubt others would go so far as to provide custom masks. I glanced at the purple half-face mask Valter was given and the swirls of gold and black decorated it. I then looked at the more delicate purple eye mask in mine and Delilah’s hands with the gold details and purple stones to make a tiara effect. They are gorgeous, and I will keep mine forever, especially if I find my mate tonight. The Madonie pack house was lit up and decorated in rich purple, gold, and black to match the ball’s theme. As we exited the limo, Darren led Valter to the other entrance, where all the males gathered.

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!!

Angelic spent his whole life pretending to love her. I reach over and open the glove box, pulling out two masks. Today we will celebrate the birthday of an old acquaintance of mine at an elegant masquerade ball. And I have to admit, a casino-themed party ups the ante. I hand the silver mask to Angelic. On normal days, she's pretty. Today, she is committing a crime against the social order. The blonde hair is piled on top of her head, exposing the half-million dollar jewel around her neck. And when Angelic places the mask over her delicate face, bringing mystery to eyes usually so pure, I feel like I've never seen anything more alluring.

Marcello’s eyes widen, his body instinctively recoiling despite the restraints. “Let’s make sure you never forget who owns you,” I sneer, pressing the searing tip of the poker against his chest. He thrashes violently, but a guard pins him in place as I carve the De Luca crest into his skin. The hiss of flesh burning beneath the metal mingles with his guttural cries, the acrid stench nearly overwhelming. When I pull the poker away, the symbol is clear, raw, and blistered. “Now there’s no doubt about who you belong to,” I say, leaning down to meet his tear-streaked gaze.

"But just give me a second, okay?" Aria was gone for only a few minutes before she returned with a shopping bag from a different store. She delicately retrieved what was inside—a mask. But not just any mask. It was the same pure white color as the dress and was similarly covered in tiny gemstones. On the left hand side though was a crystal rose, made to look like it was resting by her ear. "A little touch of flowers, since you were so insistent," Aria explained. "So, what do you think?"

A disposable face mask. And something else. Something silver. My brows slowly creased into a frown. I bent down slightly and reached into the bin. When I pulled it out… My heart stopped. It was a mask. A silver mask. Covered in tiny glittering crystals that sparkled under the bathroom light. My grip tightened around it. I knew this mask. There was no doubt in my mind. I had seen this mask before. Over. And over. And over again. In my dreams.