Blank Featureless Mask Novels & Stories

Emberlyn: The box sat on the seat between us. Jaxon opened it without any ceremonious movement. I looked down at what was inside and forgot whatever I'd been about to say because I was staring at the most gorgeous piece of attire for hiding one's identity. The mask was black velvet, shaped close, with lace framing the eye cutouts in a pattern that was so intricate it took a few moments to recognize that it was floral. It was geometric at the edges and from there slowly dissolving into a design more organic toward the centre.

“Find out anyway. Offer triple payments if necessary. I need names, locations, anything that might explain how someone becomes capable of what we witnessed.” “Understood. What about the mask itself? If we could identify the material or craftsmanship—” “Good thinking.” I nodded approvingly. “Larry, describe the mask again. Every detail you can remember.” The injured survivor closed his eyes, concentrating. “Black material. Looked like leather or treated cloth. No decorations or identifying marks. Covered everything except the eyes.” “Eye color?” “Dark. Brown or black, maybe grey. Hard to tell in the chaos.” Useless. Thousands of fighters had dark eyes. But it was a starting point.

My face scrunches up. “Just about perfect,” Ava said. “Now for your mask.” She steps forward and my eyes go to her hands. There I find a red Venetian mask. Rhinestone and bead embellishments shimmer and catch my eye. The fabric applique and sequin flowers make it hard not to like it. “It’s beautiful,” I murmur. “It is,” Ava said.

I looked down at Kael. My breath caught in my throat. His face was a raw, indistinct ruin. The magic hadn't just copied his features; it had stripped them completely away. His nose was a flattened lump of cartilage. His lips were fused and completely undefined. His heavy brow was gone. He looked like a mannequin made of melted wax and raw muscle. He was still breathing, but his identity was entirely erased. Irina stood up. She held the hardened grey mask in her hands. She turned to Bram.

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

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.

I carefully read through the terms and conditions, took a deep breath, and scribbled my name at the bottom, handing it back to her without a second thought. Barbara fixed her gaze on me, a spark of excitement in her eyes, and declared, "Alright, get ready for the photoshoot." She gestured towards her camera and the array of video recording equipment, giving me a rush of adrenaline. Then, she handed me a sleek black mask, its silver glossy markings shimmering under the studio lights. It was designed to cover just my forehead and the area below my eyes—striking and mysterious. I slipped the mask on, feeling an exhilarating mix of anonymity and anticipation. She studied me for a moment, a smirk

Or was it the eerie way he moved—fluid, confident, yet silent, like a phantom materializing out of the dim glow of the chandeliers? Now that he stood close enough, Evelyn could study the details of his mask. It was an intricate piece, covering his entire face, adorned with black and gold gemstones that glinted under the light. But it was the mouthpiece that truly sent a chill down her spine—carved with sharp, exaggerated teeth, as though mocking the very notion of civility.

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

Rubby said, placing the box on the table right in front of Luna. Luna stopped wiping with her towel, staring at the box with a mixed gleam in her eyes. She opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a Venetian carved mask in ivory white with beautiful silver brocade decorations along its edges. Luna's fingers stroked the smooth surface of the mask with a gaze that suddenly turned melancholic.