Beyond The Mask Book Novels & Stories

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

With a brusque motion, he tore off the black mask that had always hidden his face. It was the first time I had seen the true face of the Cursed Alpha since I arrived here. He always wore that mask, a barrier that separated him from the world. But now, with his eyes fixed on me, the truth was exposed. His skin was marked by dark spots, deep scars, and burns that deformed a part of his face—the marks of the fire I believed had taken his life.

It is more beautiful than anything I have ever dared to imagine in my most secret dreams. Suddenly, a crystalline chime sounds nearby, like the gentle ringing of glass, and before me, a mask appears, hovering as if held by invisible hands, settling gently into my palms. The mask is pale and delicate, kissed by moonlight, its surface etched with swirling patterns that mimic the frost creeping across a windowpane on a cold winter’s night. I lift it and press it to my face, feeling it mold perfectly to my features as if it was made just for me.

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.

“We’ll continue this later.” My breath hitched. Continue? What did he mean by that? My face heated again at the thought, but before I could demand answers, he moved, reaching for the elegant box set on the seat between us. When he flipped it open, I gasped. Inside was a mask, if it could even be called that. Small and delicate, it shimmered with glittering diamonds. “What is this?” I whispered. “A mask,” he said simply, as though it wasn’t the most ridiculous, extravagant thing I had ever seen in my entire life.

“You got all smug telling us you’d outsmart us.” “Daddy!” “You said it.” I narrowed my eyes. “I might regret this.” Marcus laughed. “Too late.” After breakfast they both disappeared upstairs. When they came back down, I nearly died laughing. Masks. Like the dark romance book kind. The ones all the women online are obsessed over. They were just enough over the top. Enough to make me blush. Enough to make my stomach flip. Enough to make me realize they had absolutely committed to this insanity. Marcus spread his arms.

We had weathered storms and overcome obstacles, emerging stronger and more resilient each time. But just when we thought we had conquered all challenges, fate had a new twist in store for us. One evening, as we were preparing for a glamorous charity event, a mysterious package arrived at our doorstep. It was an intricately decorated box with a handwritten note attached. Curiosity piqued, we opened the box to find a beautifully crafted mask, adorned with jewels and feathers. The note read, "An invitation to the Masquerade of Secrets. An evening of intrigue and revelations. Your presence is requested."

I quickly took off my mask and softly said, "Beatrice, I'm Chloe." She seemed to pause for a moment. I quickly hugged her and brushed away the hair on her face, which was covered in food. The sight made me cry. I hadn't expected her face, hidden beneath the messy hair, to be swollen like a pumpkin with her eyes barely visible. Her nose and mouth were bleeding too. Suddenly, she seemed to regain some awareness. I tried to touch her, and she continued to struggle. I softly said, "Beatrice, I'm going to save you. Wait for me."

He pulls out a chair for me and I take a seat. There's small talk around the table and then we eat silently for the rest of the meal. We're seated on the couches when a baby clothing add comes on TV. "Oh my God, that's so cute!" Maria gasps at seeing pink soft tiny shoes, a little headsock and a tutu fluffy dress. "You like it?" "I love it!" "We're getting it first thing tomorrow then," Darien says with finalty. "Really?" She looks at him with wide round eyes.