Black Swan Mask Novels & Stories

one of those buyer among crowd was Albert… Albert brought three paper mask and went back to house where Draco and Jasmine were busy with their planning for freeing Terra and Petro… “Master, here are mask that you asked for” Albert said and handed Draco there half face mask which were in shape of half moon and were decorated with pigeon feather and some sham white glass stones…. “Good… now go take some rest, we have trouble to go through in evening” Draco replied and Albert bowed his head and left Draco and Jasmine alone as he went to barn and sat on his wooden cot that was placed inside it…. in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand.

A man with a wolf mask came in. He was wearing an Italian hand-made black suit, which outlined his tall and straight figure, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, which was very imposing. His sharp eagle-like eyes swept through the crowd and fell on Stella. His deep eyes shone with a strange light, like the beast lying in the dark was awaken...

At exactly 9:00 in the night, Black dismisses his guards and orders them to turn off the switch so that he could sleep. After the party, Black returned to his house and his dressing room. He changed out of his party clothes and wraps a towel around his waist. He draws out a box from his drawer which shows his masks of different colors and designs. Black removed the mask on his face and his full face came into view. He ruffled his gold hair and his lips compressed to a fine line. He pushed his wheelchair to the side as he entered the bathroom. Allowing the water to fall directly on his pretty face, it trickles so divinely down his broad shoulders and six packs...he looked so lost in thought.

whispered that raspy voice again and Sienna closed her eyes, not wanting to face him. He grabbed her face in a tight grip, thumb and fingers digging into her soft skin. “Open your eyes.” Sienna’s eyes shot open come face to face with man wearing some ugly mask with skull painted on it. The masked figure wore a pair of navy-blue mechanic overalls, which stained with oil and grease. His dark eyes pierced into her so she averted her gaze quickly.

ELIANA. The moment we pulled over was when the clock struck twelve. I stepped out, but not without my glittery black mask over my eyes and it was at that moment, that the wind breezed into me the reality of tonight. I turned to Denver whose charcoal black mask fitted perfectly over the bridge of his nose and Ivan went with a grey color. We assembled amid the whole Pack, their hundred bodies the perfect camouflage.

Said Zhu Wushang with a cold smile which made all of the guests shiver and look down onto the floor with embarrassment at their own behavior while Tian Xiulan stops her sulking and feel a bit uncomfortable about her action that made her beloved to be embarrassed in front of all of these people. Zhu Wushang produces a black orb out of his storage ring and starts to shape it with his spirit qi alone to become a black mask and put it on his face. The black mask that was formed by the orb that was made by the formless one cell covers all of his masks, only his two eyes were seen behind that mask. “I hope this will make everyone feel better about my appearance?” Asks Zhu Wushang which earns him a

A man stepped into the light. He was a predator in a world of scavengers. He was massive, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, draped in a black suit so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it. But it was the mask that stopped hearts—a haunting, polished silver mask that covered his face, leaving only two burning, obsidian eyes visible. The crowd parted like water before a shark. No one spoke. No one even dared to breathe.

CHAPTER ELEVEN “Amara, you forgot about this.” Amethyst handed me a mask. The mask would only cover half of the wearer’s face, including the forehead and the area surrounding the eyes. It was a masquerade mask. It was shaped like those butterfly wings. It was crafted from silver, with crystal beads designed at its corners and a black sun with four rays at the upper center. It has a lace at both ends. “Who owns it?” Amethyst asked curiously.

My eyes dip lower taking in his tight black slacks and black dress shoes and it takes all my self-control not to steal a peak at the goods. A guy who is that ripped is either overcompensating for something or… he just wants the rest of him to match up to what he was born with, and I’m unsure which, but I know which one I’m hoping for. Before my thoughts can spiral out of control in the cesspool that is my depraved mind, I notice the people next to him. To his left is someone who I can only tell has dark espresso-like skin because of the colour of their hands, which are currently very busy. Their face is hidden behind the most incredible mask I’ve ever seen. It’s black metal, shaped like a sh

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.