Blank Featureless Mask Novels & Stories

The runes flickered with a cold red glow, as if absorbing the surrounding vitality. Their faces were hidden behind black masks, revealing only pairs of lifeless eyes. Their pupils were completely black, devoid of any luster, like two cold pieces of obsidian.

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

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.

Was this not Doomsday’s high-tech simulation mask? As soon as the mask was attached to human skin and pressed on, it could achieve the purpose of facial change. However, the mask was of high-tech material and could not be torn off after fusing with one’s skin. Otherwise, it would cause damage to the dermis. The skin could only slowly absorb it over time before restoring the person’s original appearance.

The blood soon began to get absorbed into the mask as though it was a vacuum and the blood was no more, and the mask sat on the floor by itself. Soon, dark red streaks began to appear, with the same color of blood, and covered the mask. The concentration, however, was strange as the sharp teeth of the mask were red and stayed red. There was a large circle in the middle of the forehead, and the rims of the open holes meant for the eyes were also colored with red. On the place where the temple would have been located, there were more streaks scattered from the forehead all the way down to the chin. The mask soon began to glow a strange dark red color, and I felt a murderous intent coming from

She was leaning over the counter, her left hand stabilization-clamping the synthetic skin canvas of The False Engine, while her right hand managed a short, thick hog-bristle blending brush. She was blending deep, bruised violet pigments directly onto the silicone cheekbone of the mask. Her movements were non-linear, unpredictable, and entirely devoid of geometric optimization. She would dip the brush into a shallow pool of wet acrylic liquid, scrape the excess onto a wrinkled sheet of aluminum foil, and then apply the color to the synthetic flesh in soft, rapid, and rhythmic stippling patterns. With every stroke of her wrist, the flat, bloodless polymer matrix of the mask began to shift, tak

He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.” I became dumbfounded at the moment and couldn’t speak a word but just look into his sparkling eyes. He blinked and cleared his throat before looking away, he made his way out of the room without looking back. My heart that was accelerating at the moment stopped the instant he closed the door vanishing from my sight.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

My chest tightens with a recognition I can’t place. I reach the door and pause. Through the gap, I see a bed angled toward the window, blinds drawn but leaking thin bands of early light. Machines stand sentinel, their screens alive with quiet green waves. And on the bed...... It’s me. I stop breathing. The figure lies perfectly still, and hair spread like a dark fan across the pillow. A pale blanket rises and falls with each slow inhale. The face, my face, holds the colour of morning milk. Eyes closed, Lips parted just enough to catch the soft hiss of oxygen.

Get your shit together, Charlotte. “Nice try, but that’s not going to work.” I countered coyly, polishing off my Asian chicken wrap. My mask was on, and I was determined not to show anymore weakness. After I swallowed the last bite, I sneered at my EX. “Tell me again why you couldn’t just express these fake ass concerns over the phone?”