Beneath The Mask Book Novels & Stories

The setting sun was the last thing I saw as the time we went underneath the sea. We followed Amansinaya, we also stopped when she stopped. She closed her eyes and cast something. Then, pieces of the crystal-like structure appeared in front of us. Until I realized that, it was making a portal for us. After it finished, Amansinaya gave us a signal to enter the portal. She was the first to enter, followed by Orlene. When it was my turn, I took a deep breath before slowly letting my whole body get eaten by the portal. End of Chapter 6

I’ll figure out how to get out of here! Isabella’s POV All I could hear around me were the chilly echoes of solitude. It was dark, and it was nighttime. While I was stuck in this empty maze, I could hear crows fluttering their wings in search of escape. In my dreams, I found myself stranded in a vast maze with no way out. I encountered dead ends at every turn. A shadow figure in a long black robe and a skull mask of what appeared to be a goat with enormous horns caught my blue eyes as I cautiously gazed around. There seemed to be a sinister vibe surrounding this unidentified individual. Curious to see what was underneath, I stood looking into the mask’s eyes. I followed the masked stranger a

After all, sometimes dead houses keep secrets better than living people. The masked figure seated before her remained completely still beneath the dim lighting. Their face was hidden perfectly behind the dark mask, concealing every trace of identity. This was the same mysterious person Alpha Kael had secretly met along the lonely road days ago. “Sometimes,” the masked person finally replied calmly, “the safest place to hide is directly beneath your enemy’s nose.” Mavis smirked faintly. “Fair enough.” For a few seconds, silence stretched between them before the masked person leaned slightly forward.

But Iwas unsure of just everything about going with Nora to an underground masked party. The underground bar was nothing like I had imagined in my head. It was hidden beneath an old building downtown of Oceandale, and the place boomed with music so loud I felt it in my chest. Flashes of light shone across the dark room, where people danced everywhere… all wearing masks that covered most of their faces. It felt like stepping into another different world entirely. Nora handed me a simple silver mask that covered my eyes when I held it up. “You’re supposed to put it on,” she said sarcastically. “Tonight, you’re not Samantha. Just a girl having fun.”

The normally impenetrable mask shattered like glass under the onslaught of my powerful blow, revealing nothing beneath - faceless. He crumbled to his knees, an ethereal apparition, his countenance veiled in every darkness. As he fell limp to the floor, I felt a fleeting sensation of victory, realizing the key to our liberation – the masks. "It's the mask." I breathed. "Their weakness is in their mask." then I strode toward the second man in front of Simon. With renewed vigor, my friends and I lashed at the remaining assailants, aiming for their cursed masks. Each strike of my claws shattered them into oblivion, releasing the men beneath from their silent torment.

“I care about you, Ames . We’ ve been in this trench together from day one. You need a shield . Let me be it.” She stood and paced toward the window, arms crossed tight across her chest. The city buzzed below. Everything about this felt fast, reckless , fake.. and yet, the way Bruce was watching her wasn ’t fake at all. “Do you realize what this would look like?” she asked. “To everyone? That I jumped from one man to another.. like this was all about romance instead of survival?” Bruce walked over slowly. “No. It’ ll look like you rebuilt . That you didn ’t let Liam break you. That you found something stronger after the storm.”

She was about to say something, but Black cut her fast. "Of course we ain't gonna rob. I don't wanna end up in jail, alright? My novel entitled The Masked is kinda inspired from that movie. My characters weren't illusionists, though. They're wizards. Attention seeker wizards, if I may add. They found happiness in doing something that would eventually create a fuss and make a person's attention dart on them. They entertain people to entertain themselves." He stopped for a while and looked at each of them. He's expecting one of them to say something and he's right. Flute's senses finally came back. "Wait! Are you saying... we have to catch people's attention? And through that, you think we wou

His forehead on our hands and my hand on his head and the bond full and warm between us and the sun moving across the steps. When he lifted his head his eyes were red and wet and clear and the gold was soft and Ruin was settled and he looked at me and I looked at him and the silence between us was clean and open and still in a way it had never been before. I reached behind me and pulled the mask out of my pack and held it in my hands. The leather was worn and cracked and the ash binding was fading and the smoke was thin and old. "This mask saved my life," I said. "The Masked Demon. The woman who walked into plague camps and pulled rogues out of caves and slept in the dirt and never cried."

And my soul? Yeah, it tried to run away. This… thing… was tall. Nightmare tall. Slim like a shadow, someone stretched too far. Moving like smoke pretending to be a person. A mask covered its face—smooth, blank, empty. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Just darkness shaped into a face. Its steps made no sound. Its presence made the air colder than my ex’s heart. Goosebumps attacked my skin, but I tried to stand strong. “Don’t look at the mask,” Cullen’s mother whispered.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.