Black Swan Mask Novels & Stories

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

Mr. Black sat alone in his study, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of a desk lamp. The walls were lined with bookshelves, but tonight, he wasn’t interested in the knowledge they held. His attention was on the mask he held in his hands. It was a simple black mask, a symbol of his authority and his way of maintaining control over his world. But tonight, it felt like a barrier between him and something he couldn’t quite grasp.

The cloth is sculpted to her frame like it was made specially for her. Unlike Arthur’s wolf mask, hers is a black and silver raven mask that covers half of her face, but her eyes, through the mask is not hidden at her, it is her alright. The venue is luxurious in the way old money always is with gilded arches, velvet drapes, champagne flutes that cost more than most people's apartment rents.

She wore a fox mask adorned with red feathers, revealing a cunning smile and dark brown eyes that blazed with a playful fire. Kline looked beautiful and mysterious in a midnight blue silk long dress that flowed with her every movement. She wore a moth mask adorned with blue crystals, revealing blue eyes that looked calm but held a captivating sadness. And Lalisa… that night she was the brightest star. She was in a pure white strapless long dress adorned with pearls and lace. It made her look like a beautiful and fragile swan princess. She wore a white swan mask adorned with soft feathers, revealing only her full lips and large, round eyes that sparkled with nervousness and excitement.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

Daniel smiled at him and answered, “I…I work for the black mask. Though, I am not sure if I am still working for him.” Valencia asked him sharply, “What is this black mask?” “Not what…who…black mask is the person who is behind all this. He is the one who operates this racket of turning able bodied men and women into werewolves by forcefully turning them.” “Do you have the name of this person? What does he look like?”

Even with the mask I could see how gorgeous she was. The mask she chose to pair with her dress was a Luna full face mask. The mask had a white & gold base dripping with Swarovski Crystals which has been delicately decorated with a gold & white swirling glitter design. She was decked in gold from head to toe and it suited her, she seemed so regal. On her feet she wore a high heel, Red with gold straps, Roman gladiator evening Stilettos.

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

Though each guard had their own room, they had to move as a unit when anything happened. Looking at his face, Selina muttered: "If something happens, will you have time to put on makeup?" Nestor gave her a strange smile, reaching behind his left hip and pulling out a flesh-colored mask. It was a human skin mask. The mask's texture was incredibly realistic, down to visible pores and even a few blackheads on the nose. Selina's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is..."