Arcane Masks Novels & Stories

“We caught the omega, the one who stabbed Alpha Damien. I raised my head, wiping off tears. “What did you just say?” “He was trying to escape,” Marcus said, letting out a groan. “He almost made it past the guards.” Aragon frowned. “An omega? That's impossible. No omega could get past our wards, much less lay a hand on Alpha Damien.” Marcus shook his head sharply. “That's the thing. He wasn't just an ordinary omega. He was masked.” “Masked?” Alan asked, shocked. “Yes,” Marcus said, running his hands through a scroll. “It's a powerful masking spell. An old one. He looked and smelled like a beta. A silver-eyed Beta from one of the packs in the south, who attended today's meeting.

Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded. Inside was no chatroom. No stream gallery. No usernames. Instead, it was a gallery of masks. Each mask hovered in a shifting carousel, stylized avatars that represented users. Some were grotesque—stitched leather mouths, eyeless mannequins. Others elegant—gilded Venetian designs with cruel smiles. The more elaborate the mask, the more power its user seemed to wield. At the center of the display was a mask outlined in red. A silver fox.

From my calculations, not every account has been locked inside the game, but there are too many now. For the next hour, I paced around the room, unable to stay in one spot for long. Neither Luka nor Jake was able to access the server completely, as an outside force was blocking them. It was obvious Arcane Realm had been hacked, and their skills rivaled Luka’s and Jake’s combined effort.

Amore said with a smile. "What? Are you going to go on your revenge by pretending? Amore, you might be cursed again when he finds out. You know he's a cunning man, don't you?" He replied full of concern. "Ah, I'll take care of it. I can pretend as long as I have a different face. I can't take off my mask, because he will suspect me!"

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.”

He picked a red mask. “The colour is–” “This is for you,” Sarang interrupted. “You always wear dull colours. Red is considered a lucky and rich colour.” Sarang slipped the mask onto Lucian’s face. It was shaped like an owl, adorned with rhinestones and feathers, cool against Lucian’s skin. Lucian studied his reflection, hands clasped behind him, giving a nod of approval. “Thank you.” Lucian said. Sarang grinned in victory. Lucian chose a blue mask and gently fastened it on Sarang’s face, his fingers caressed his cheeks as his dark eyes lingered.

And Amara sat in front of a full-length mirror, staring at the red satin dress laid across her bed. It was stunning. And terrifying. Backless. High-slit. The color of spilled blood. Bianca entered carrying a black velvet box. “Your mask.” Amara opened it. Inside was a delicate creation of black lace and thin onyx stones, shaped like wings. “You’ll wear this,” Bianca said. “And you’ll smile. Even when your bones scream.” “And what if I don’t?” Amara asked, looking at her reflection. Bianca stared at her.

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."

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

Trent promised he'd take care of our transportation, to and fro. Tonight, I'm in a red, off shoulder, lace ball gown, which has an open back and from the way this dress makes my waist look tiny, I can tell men will be falling at my feet tonight. I also got myself a gold side butterfly Venetian mask that has red glitters and jewels. Roxy is in a black halter tulle ball gown, with an open back too, and her mask is a black Monsoon peacock Venetian Swarovski crystal one. Wren and Maeve both are in off shoulder ball gowns, with Wren's being as green as her beautiful eyes, and an emerald green and gold Venetian feather mask and Maeve's, a mixture of peach-gold and silver with a gold Venetian mask