Beyond The Mask Book Novels & Stories

Last night’s text hovered at the edge of my mind anyway. I’d read it three times before finally setting the phone face-down, telling myself that was it. That I was done circling around Theo Page like a moth with no exit. That I’d let him handle his life and his mysterious father and the woman lying unconscious in a hospital bed. I’d even whispered the promise aloud. “No more.” But promises at midnight are easy. Morning likes to test them.

I recognized that in order to create a truly egalitarian world, it was necessary to face and dismantle all systems of oppression. On a rainy afternoon, while exploring an old abandoned office, Randall and I come across a mysterious and dusty book. Its worn pages and faded cover indicated that it had been neglected for a long time. Curious, we opened the book and our eyes were fixed on old and intricate words. We quickly realized that we had found a treasure of knowledge about the origin of the beyond the border. Each page contained long-forgotten clues and stories. As we immersed ourselves in reading, we were amazed by the revelations that the book contained. We discovered that the beyond th

She had on a mask that only covered the sides of her eyes. She was a fan, and Adam decided to entertain her to distract himself. They talked about his pictures and his extreme sports competition, and she told him how much she admired him. “Ladies and gents, here comes the part I know some of you have been waiting for.” A male Adam couldn't see spoke over the microphone. “Do you want the legend of the kiss of eternal love to work its magic in your life? Then this is your time. I'm sure you're already close to the stranger who's held you spellbound. The countdown begins in thirty seconds to midnight. ”

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

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.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

"Although the money is decent, this is a masquerade performance. The clients prefer to be anonymous. I agreed right away without thinking. Friday night arrived fast, and before I knew it I was standing backstage at Eclipse, clad in a revealing costume and a black mask half my face. As I watched for my signal, my heart hammered in my chest. Soft, sensual lighting enveloped the stage as I left, the eyes of the patrons tracking every action. Trying to forget where I was and why I was doing this, I turned my attention to the music. The performance passed in a haze, my head disconnected from my body.

It was against the rule for those beyond the final stage of innate level to enter. He exhaled softly, threw away these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind for the time being, and quickly took out a common-looking mask from the Mustard Seed Spirit Ship. Then, he hurriedly put it over his face. Frank, who had been observing Fane all this while, frowned thoughtfully.

“That’s kind of the point of tonight, isn’t it?” Before I could move, he spoke. “Why do you wear the mask?” My hand lifted on instinct to the said mask, brushing its edge. “What?” He leaned back slightly, eyes locked on me. He knew I’d heard him. I let out a laugh that sounded so fake the second it left my mouth. “I mean, who doesn’t love a bit of mystery?” I shrugged trying to sell it. “Isn’t that the appeal?” He didn’t answer. Just hummed. Quiet. Dangerous. Probably filing my answer somewhere I couldn’t reach.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.