Blank Featureless Mask Novels & Stories

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

And if I am not mistaken, did he just blush or something? He is still looking away, like there is something he is looking at and he is interested in it. But he is just looking at the rode obviously trying to avoid my eyes.His long beautiful eyelashes flex as he look at an opposite direction. The color of his eyes also brighten. It also highlighted the angle of his sharp jaws, and the pinkish color of his cheeks. His rep lips are looking so sweet- NO! What the freak Amira, stop! I slightly shook my head as I try to remove my worldly desires. Damn! Stop fantasizing!

Bri just smiled, catching herself in the mirror. Bri I found myself staring at a me I didn’t recognize. I was staring back at a woman who was strong and bold. One with fire in her veins and a heart full of love. Celeste handed me my mask. A beautifully crafted piece, its silver glittered and shone in the light. The designs were cut out so my skin would peak through but my identity would be hidden. The fleur de lis on my brow, the sweeps and swirls of floral designs were etched gracefully, each side the same as the other. White feathers accented the tips of the ears while crystals adorned the brow, in the center and in strategic places across the design. Sweeps and curls depicting whiskers wo

After I became a Beta, I had rejected the marriage arranged by the Moon Goddess between Jackson and me. But when I saw that old wooden mask hanging from his waist, I began to pay attention to Jackson. Once, on the battlefield, Jackson was struck by several arrows and forced to the edge of a cliff. In order to buy him a chance to escape, I lunged at the enemy, but they anticipated my move and struck me with a hidden weapon. Liquid silver flowed into my heart through my blood. Even though the healer saved me, I lost my wolf and remained in a coma for an entire year.

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

The sun hadn’t even risen, but Zara Milli Lane was already dressed in black. Not the soft blacks she wore during fashion week. Not the silky pieces that whispered rebellion on runways. No—this black was the shade of war. Tailored pants, sleeveless top, a sharp blazer. Her hair was pinned into a sleek coil, her lips bare. No distractions. No softness. She stood in front of the mirror, staring not at her face but at the steel behind her eyes.

Nothing as natural as that. It’s a mask. I freeze. My fingers hovering just above it. The eyeholes are too large and too oval. Like it wasn’t carved to fit a human face. Strange, curling runes crawl across the surface, etched deep. The kind of markings that weren’t made casually. I push more leaves aside. Beneath the mask, pale shapes jut from the soil. Bones. Fragile, brittle, and thin. Etched with the same strange script. More ritual than decay.

But Elena's attention immediately went to his face. Max was wearing a brilliantly carved white mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his lower jaw exposed. It looked like it was made of porcelain and painted with gold and silver. Each delicate line traced back up to the top of the mask, where gold and silver wires formed an abstract crown. The mask looked heavy but it stayed perfectly in place. The single thick black ribbon must've been very strong. "You look beautiful," Max said softly, extending a gloved hand in Elena's direction. "Though you always do. But today you look like a princess."

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.

She softly cursed when she realised forgot to close them when Mino opened them up. Trying to keep her mind peaceful and body relaxed, she gazed at the sky with interest. She realised the storm had completely passed and revealed a vivid, picturesque frame of the sky. A sheet of dark midnight blue coated the sky like thick strokes of paint, dusted with an abundance of twinkling stars providing the only light in the night. It was so clear; she could see all of the clusters of stars forming enchanting constellations. Tensers' sky was so beautiful compared her previous homes. Melody was never often able to gaze at the stars in tranquillity; being locked up in a windowless room prevented her from