Blank Featureless Mask Novels & Stories

"Then open your eyes and look." I slammed the Enter key. In the next second, the office monitor lit up. So did the long row of electronic screens outside, the ones that usually displayed model students and honor roll lists. The corridor, loud as a marketplace moments earlier, fell silent. Everyone looked up. On the screen was my exam answer sheet. It was blank. Every section stood empty. In the essay box, drawn in thick black ink, was a huge turtle. Beside it, scrawled in wild, arrogant strokes: [What are you staring at? Never seen someone turn in a blank paper?]

Pockmark Mask now. ***

I need to find Mamba's mask. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jacob didn't say anything. He just opened the car's door for me. "Hi." I said and tip my toes to reach his cheek. "Get inside." He said when I stared at him. I took a deep breath and did what he said. I looked at the backseat and searched for the mask but I saw nothing. I fastened my seatbelt as he walked back to the driver's seat. Good thing he's using the ferrari. His eyebrows were almost one when he got on his seat.

"I’ll come back. When I can stand beside you without hiding. When I can look you in the eye and know that what we have is real." "And until then, I’m supposed to pretend you didn’t mean anything to me?" She smiled sadly. "No. Just remember me kindly. That’s all I ask." They stood in silence, the garden swaying softly around them. "You know," Ethan said finally, trying to lighten the mood, "I always wondered if the mask was hiding some hideous deformity or if you were just trying to look mysterious." She laughed through her tears. "Maybe both. I do have a slightly crooked nose."

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

DON’T LAUGH. Another file opens. It is a schematic. Not for a weapon. Not for a lock. A patch. Thin as skin. Layered with conductive gel, silver salt mesh, a pulse reservoir, and a little disposable processor shaped like a child’s sticker. The prototype name sits at the top: FREQUENCY MASK / SOURCE-SIGNATURE SIMULATION ADHESIVE. Sarah reads it and goes still. “A disguise.” Julian’s next line arrives. MADE TO FOOL THE DETECTION NET FOR SHORT INTERVALS. ABANDONED. TOXICITY AT SKIN CONTACT. HEAT NOISE. BAD ADHESION UNDER SWEAT. VERY BAD UNDER BLOOD.

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

My head turns around to glance at his freezing jaw with a lazy, unbothered expression after hearing his breath catch in his throat. "Your alpha brain must be deeply surprised." My fingers play with the stretchy edges of the fake mask in my lap. "My own expression was completely similar to yours when my hands first obtained this potion skin from the secret traders. However, this mask still carries its own major drawbacks. Although its pores are waterproof against rain, the material will wrinkle up the exact second it meets slightly warm water, making it incredibly uncomfortable to wear on my cheeks." Riven’s silver pupils are firmly glued to my bare skin, finding it absolutely impossible to t

Armor designed to look like cloth. Articulated plates so thin and so precisely fitted to the body beneath that they moved like skin. And the mask. The mask was what stopped her breath for half a second. White. Perfectly smooth. Featureless. No eye holes. No mouth. No nose. No indication of how the person beneath it could see or breathe. Just a blank white oval. A face that was no face at all. *The Wolf Without a Face,* Luna thought. And felt with absolute certainty that she was not the first to think exactly that.

In the mirror, the reflection was that of a scholarly gentleman—not exceptionally handsome, but at least refined and gentle in appearance. Curiosity stirred within Clarence, so he asked, "This mask is so thin. How does it change the shape of my nose and cheeks?" Ryan smiled. "It doesn't, not truly. Your face remains the same. But if you hold it up under the sunlight and look closely, you'll notice a bit of color in certain places, either pale pinks or greys. When it's placed on your face, those colors mimic natural shadows and skin tones, creating the illusion of shape. That's how we sculpt your features without changing them. If it weren't for needing that effect, the mask wouldn't have tak