Black Swan Mask Novels & Stories

I made sure that would not happen. I found Marcus early in the evening and cornered him in a dark hallway. I offered a simple trade. His distinctive silver wolf mask for my plain black one. He laughed thinking it was just party fun and swapped without asking questions. With his mask now covering my face I looked enough like him in the dim lighting. Same height. Same build. The mask hid everything else.

I muttered, leaning closer so he could hear me over the buzz of the crowd, “Reagan doesn’t even know the names of half these people.” He smirked, his gaze sweeping the room. “Everyone’s wearing a mask.” “It’s a masquerade party, I think.” I spotted a nearby table stacked with ornate masks, clearly intended for anyone who needed one. I grabbed two and turned to Blaze, holding one out to him. “Here. Let’s blend in.” I slipped my mask on—a delicate, silver piece adorned with tiny crystals—and gestured for Blaze to do the same. He took his time, studying his black and gold mask like it was some kind of alien artifact before finally putting it on.

This mask isn’t just fashionable, it was designed by Black Eagle and must be handled delicately. Unlike any of the other masks mine has been outfitted with a transmitter, as well as a small computer system designed to send information through nearly invisible lenses. It's so specialized that I know Katelyn Rose had to have crafted it, even though it was “Ms Smith” who handed it to me.

The citizens and tourists wore the splashes of kaleidoscopic masks crafted by talented artisans in the Blood Claws Pack with stretched grins. “Masks for the Welcoming Ceremony, everyone! One bronze for three pieces of masks!” A merchant with a protruding belly held out his hands to the crowd passing by his stand as he showed them a couple of masks. Masks were carved into a black wolf, a brunette wolf, a red wolf, and the white wolf with a crescent tattoo on its forehead. “Mom! Mom!” One kid tugged his mother’s dress before he pointed to the white mask. “I want a white mask, please!”

Amanda grinned excitedly as she looked out the window at a city night, replete with bars and nightclubs and purple lights illuminating the streets from skyscrapers and high rises. "Wear your masquerade mask, everyone." They said as I wore mine and walked with them to the nightclub's entrance. I wore mine and only my mouth was showing with my reddish peach lipstick and gloss. The mask covers the upper part of my face. My masquerade mask was white with black diamonds and gold feathers, which complemented my tube black silk cocktail dress and it was backless with slits. Amanda also wore the same with her hair up in a bun and side hairs hanging. The men are dressed in black suits, with Raven wea

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

Without anyone knowing and without anyone's judgment. "…are you listening?" asked Chrystyn. Ethan looked at her. He's been too spaced out. "What is it?" "Where do we go? This one here or the one over there?" asked Chrystyn as she pointed out the stores. "Anywhere." They entered the store, where they were much closer. Ethan has requested to see white masks. He's going to go for a black and white theme. Chrystyn, on the other hand, chose a black mask. They paid for it and went on their way.

What hell am I supposed to do now? He smiled, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the goddess likes you better this way." "Don't play games with me, Liam. Not today." He flung both arms out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Okay. Relax. Let me think." He paced back and forth across his messy cabin, muttering to himself. "We need something quick… straightforward. Maybe—" "Maybe what?" I prompted. "Maybe we cloak you." "Disguise?" I asked.

It was as if she stepped into a different role entirely, one she had been rehearsing her entire life. Sara returned carrying an ornate wooden box inlaid with mother-of-pearl. She placed it reverently before the king, who opened it with practised hands. Inside, nestled in midnight blue velvet, lay two distinct masks. "This was mine," Alexander said, lifting a half-mask that would cover from the nose down, crafted of hammered silver with intricate etchings of wolves running beneath a crescent moon. Small sapphires marked the eyes of each wolf, catching the light as he turned it.

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."