Bakugan Who Is Masquerade Novels & Stories

“And a mask.” A mask. It might be the same kind that the murderer was wearing. Illegally modified masks infused with the power of an Anomaly that can conceal its presence? That would explain why only Alisa could sense and track him. Jester hoped that they hadn’t been able to make a lot of those. “These silver pieces…are they jewelry?” Alisa asked quietly. Jester glanced at her curiously. There was something in the tension in her shoulders, a slight, almost unnoticeable change, that caught his attention.

We gathered to the center of the field, everyone's weapons and masks dissolved with every step. "That was fun," said the arnis dude lunging at his companions. "Allow us to introduce ourselves," interrupted the guy in a butler uniform. "I am Hugo, Lady Maura's personal butler." Butler? I never thought you can be a butler at a young age. He looked like he was in his mid-20's. "This is Pietro, Lady Maura's personal driver," he gestured to the arnis dude who stuck out his tongue and did a rockstar pose. "This is Ruby, Lady Maura's personal maid," he turned to the lady archer with bangs who bowed for us. "And this is Erika, the house chef," the swordsman err... swordswoman? stepped forward and ga

CHAPTER 113 Damien’s POV “It is a masquerade event,” Jonas explained. “Everyone will be disguised. Except Damien. Helixis likes the symbolism of unmasking their most powerful allies. So he will be the only one without a mask.” Arianna’s eyes narrowed. “And you want me to pretend to be her?” “Yes,” Jonas said. “Your posture, your presence, your ability to blend into elite circles. Everything about you aligns with what they expect from someone associated with Damien. They will assume Rose is simply wearing a mask and sticking to her lover's side.”

It hot square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth. Thinking that this mask is cool, Adam asked, “What is wrong with my mask?” “I think you don’t get the point of my question, Mr. Hendrix,” Brett replied as he crossed his arms. “In every masquerade party, a bauta mask is a no-no for gorgeous guys like us. You look like an ogre right now.” Adam frowned behind his mask. Then he observed at Brett’s mask and complained, “And what about yours? You are only wearing half-mask. People can recognize you so easily.”

“Why hide behind a mask? Are you ashamed of your past or yourself?” “Ashamed?” I laughed coldly. Raze’s eyes narrowed on her. “What did you say about my mate?” His voice was deadly, and Mira flinched. “Hm, I think you are ashamed,” a new feminine voice said. A woman walked forward — olive skin, short black hair, dark lips, sharp eye, oh wow Mira’s new puppet. I scoffed as she cat-walked toward me. “Take off the mask if you’re not ashamed,” she challenged.

she ended up asking when she got her soul back. “Oh cariño, there is this thing about masquerade ball, it’s a chance to see people as they truly are. Although a lot of people here have decided to wear masks on top masks but I on the other hand, have decided to take off my mask, so what you are looking at now, is the true me.” “That is not true,” Ava said and if he smiled, she couldn’t say because the hideous thing was covering every part of his face. “It’s surprising that after all these years and everything that happened, you are still doubting it.”

And I still didn’t know if I wanted to run from it—or run straight into it. Rachel nudged me with her elbow as I wiped down the camera lenses. “Hey. Let’s go to Masquerade tonight.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me. Club night. Girls, guys, masks, secrets. Let’s gooo.” Adam looked up from the candy jar. “What’s Masquerade?” Rachel grinned wickedly. “Only the hottest underground club in the city. Masked entry only. Total anonymity. You can dance with a stranger and never know their name.”

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.

This reason made Madam Ganeia convinced that the Krysts were indeed a different level of a warrior. Now, the arrival of the two maidens. Everyone was pretending to not know who Vivien was, but quite a few of the older members of the team recognized her and her friend, Marjien Zung. The mask that Vivien wore was a give away. It was a mask known by the villages, saying that they were being protected by a masked lady in white and her golden haired sidekick. Those eyes, though. He wasn't going to forget them anytime soon. So warm and startled and beautiful… but it was full of grief and fear.

“Huh? What? Finale?” Lisa, the stylist, reappeared. “Quick!” she muttered, her face red from running and ordering people around. “We’re on in twelve minutes and you need your mask. And where the hell is that precious necklace?” she shouted to someone behind her. “I’m Akira, by the way,” the Japanese woman said. “And you are Sakura, yes?” Sakura nodded, and before she could say anything further, Lisa twisted her around and made her sit in the makeup chair again. “Mask! Mask! Now!” she shouted.