Bleach London Reincarnation Mask Novels & Stories

A strange feeling overcame him as he rummaged through the various garments hidden underneath the bed, as if he knew deep down that something was amiss. As he probed deeper, he felt something hard and cold brush against his fingers. He frowned, his curiosity piqued, and gently pulled out the object. Instantly, his eyes widened with shock as he gazed upon the familiar mask. It was the very same one the enigmatic Mask Princess wore, its intricate design leaving him breathless.

The thin grey man looked to be panting slightly, his back slightly bent forwards with a slight sheen coating his forehead, betraying the fact that there was no makeup on his face, the greyness of his skin being apparently natural enough. She almost hummed in exaggerated contemplation as she remembered how the reincarnation cycle went. Lila narrowed her eyes at him and swivelled on her feet to make sure that the purple pendant was visible to him, the jewel being probably being the most colour that he had seen in a long, long while, if not for the first time in his life.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

Seraphina breathed, a spark of her old venom returning. "No," Evelyne whispered, leaning in. "I’m the woman you created. Now, get out before I decide that the attic is too good for you." Seraphina fled, her sobs echoing down the hallway. Evelyne turned back to her mirror. She picked up her mask, a delicate piece of silver filigree shaped like a fox, encrusted with small, dark diamonds. It obscured the top half of her face, leaving only her lips and her sharp, determined jaw visible.

The room was filled with a blinding, celestial glow. Killian pulled back, his eyes wide, the black veins of the Rot visibly receding from his neck. He looked at me, his vision finally clearing as the pain ebbed away. He looked at the way my coat had fallen open, revealing a small, star-shaped birthmark on my collarbone. His hand flew to my mask. Before I could stop him, his fingers hooked under the silver filigree. "No!" I scrambled back, but I was too slow. The mask clattered to the floor, ringing against the tiles.

Elena's POV The mask was a delicate, laser-cut piece of obsidian lace that felt like a spider clinging to my face with cold, spindly legs. It obscured my eyes, casting the world into a fractured, shadowy peripheral where every guest looked like a potential executioner. In the mirror, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back. The dress for tonight was a deep, blood-red velvet—a color of passion, or perhaps a color of warning. It was heavy, the skirt rustling with a low, ominous sound every time I moved, echoing the frantic, erratic throb of my heart.

she shouted. Sakura watched as a beautifully designed mask of white, pink, and gold with cherry blossom flowers appeared before her. Then a makeup artist arranged it on her face so that it sat comfortably on her. A moment later, they moved back and Sakura blinked. The shape of the mask was like that of the Phantom of the Opera with one fourth of her face covered. She couldn’t recognize herself. She wasn’t Sakura anymore. Akira chuckled. “Amazing, yes?” Sakura nodded, at a loss for words.

It was very strange. However, she was able to restrain him and for that spilt moment when she had him pinned to the wall, something had flashed in her mind, something that reminded her of this mask she had in her hands right now. It was a brown mask, with deep green floral designs around it. Right after she had ensured that he was in control of himself and she had ensured that Mira was alright, Lady Delice had left the room quite unstable. She had ran into her room and turned her boxes upside down to find this mask.

The sight that greeted me froze the breath in my lungs – her face, a perfect replica of someone I had once known, someone who had become my mortal enemy. There, before my eyes, stood Samantha, her features etched with a jarring familiarity. It was as if an uninvited specter from my past had returned, haunting my present. The prosthetic mask she had shown me, a sham to conceal the venom beneath, had merely been a facade, a clever ruse to hide her true self.

All three of them slipped on carnival like face masks, the very colorful ones with even more colorful feathers at the end. “What is going on?” I ask, this time looking from person to person. “Want to find out?” Abed asks from behind the mask, he blinked at me through the eye hole, I stared at him, even with the mask, he was as beautiful as they came. I swallow, and nod. Abed stretched out his hand, in it was another mask, staring at it for a second longer, I take it, turning it over in my hands, I notice it is not the disposable type, and it had the word SUNFLOWER engraved on it.