Bleach Unmasked Novels & Stories

“Maybe. Can I still have it?” He rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Blake drove toward it and parked the car. Before we stepped out, he reached into the glove box and handed me a nose mask. “Put that on. We don’t need cameras in our faces. I am not in the mood to deal with it right now.” I nodded, agreeing with him for once. “Yes, boss.” I mocked and he hissed. We both wore our masks and stepped out. The man in the truck greeted us politely, not recognizing us. That was good.

Another had scars painted across her skin in gold. And then Bianca stepped out. Wearing the finale dress. Her body a weapon. Her mouth stitched shut with silver thread. Zara stood at the top of the stairs. Unmasked. Unflinching. And Bianca knelt before her. The audience exploded into applause. No one knew what they’d witnessed. But they knew it changed them. Forever. — Later, Alec found Zara on the rooftop alone. The guests were gone. The rain had started to fall. Zara didn’t move.

I twist the cap off the vial and drain it in one swallow. The taste is awful, like drinking liquid metal mixed with bitter herbs. It burns going down, coating my throat with fire. But almost immediately, I feel the change. My scent disappears. Not just muted like with the blockers I've been using, but gone completely. Like I've been erased from existence. The bond goes silent. The creature in front of us staggers, confusion flickering across its shifting features. "Where—? The marked one, where—?" But it's too late. Whatever was climbing the stairs has reached the top. Footsteps pause outside the doorway.

No masks. Just me and all my failures laid bare.

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.

“You, my beautiful chaotic gremlin, will be… wait for it… a mysterious masked designer.” I blinked. “…You’re joking.” He shook his head dramatically. “Nope. Mask, Mystery and Zero identity. People will beg for a reveal. You’ll never reveal. You will become a legend.” “I don’t want to be a legend.” “You’re already a legend. Have you seen this dress? It could kill a man.” “…Which one?” “Pick any.” I laughed even as It came out weak, it was still a laugh. Brian’s shoulders relaxed when he heard it.

She asks and Reed paused to think for a while, A smile crept up his face "I got the perfect plan! And this should work out perfectly " He says to Judy, Leaning closer to her he whispers into her ear Judy eyes widen and a smile embraced her face as she heard what Reed came up with “That would be perfect Reed, We get to unmask the masked girl!” She says and Reed nods It was the perfect plan! Whoever the masked girl is, She would soon be unmasked. ~~~~~ Reed was done at work already and was ready to leave the station "Wait up, Can you please drop me off down the road?” Judy says and he turned to look at her

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

It had turned out Azelie and Nyoka had gotten into a huge fight when they hit twenty, and had never spoken to each other again nor seen each other. She hadn't had the chance to fully stab me, maybe she was too riled up, maybe a small part of her felt bad for trying to kill a five year old, maybe there was a different reason. But she had broken skin, and that area where the blade cut into my flesh became permanently scarred. Typically wolves could heal so well and so fast we didn't scar. But such was the power of wolfsbane. From that point on I avoided ever taking my shirt off around other people besides my immediate family. Even when shifting. If I did take my shirt off while shifting, I mad