Bleach Unmasked Novels & Stories

He glared at the masked man and growled, “What are you trying to do?” “It’s simple.” The masked man narrowed his eyes and said, “I have poisoned the beverage all of you drank with the Hundred Breath Reaper. As its name suggested, your life will be taken away within a hundred breaths. Not even God can save you from the Grim Reaper’s clutches then. And… those who are poisoned will die a horrible death!”

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

I felt nervous, for some reason. Though I have never been a fan of Maddison's 'thin/healthy' life, she was still my Luna. We all slowly removed the contacts, our eyes changing back to their regular color. I blinked a few times, the air felt dry and strange now."Now we will unmask." I mumbled again.I reached back and untied the mask. It slipped into my hands, revealing my face. The other copied my action. Madison and Jeremy's eyes scanned our faces, recognition flooding their features.

Why had he been at the masquerade, waiting in the shadows, just when she needed a backup plan? She thumbed over his name, then locked the screen. A second buzz followed. This time, not Damien. UNKNOWN: I see the mask is cracking, Domica. She inhaled sharply. Not just because he used her alias. But because of the image attached. It was a still from her bathroom mirror, taken at an angle she couldn’t trace. Her brushing her teeth. Bare-faced. Vulnerable. She hadn’t streamed that day. No cameras had been on. And that meant—

Terror was useless; calculation was a tool. ​I reached up and unclipped the shattered silver mask. It dropped onto my desk with a heavy clank, freeing the left half of my face. The reflected light smoothed out the features Vesper had paid to keep hidden: a sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and two perfect, black eyes now fixed on my bride. ​"The game is over, Luna," I stated, my true voice deep and free of the forced weakness I used for the ceremony. "Welcome to your wedding night."

she whispered. Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water over her face, then dabbed it dry with a tissue. Digging into her purse, she pulled out her makeup kit. She reapply powder, blush, lipstick. “You cannot let him see your fear,” she told her reflection. “You’ll play this cool. The ball’s in your court now.” But her stomach twisted when she remembered the look on his face earlier, disgust, as if she were something filthy. Clenching her fists, she braced herself and left the restroom.

"The supernatural world is bigger than you think, nephew And right now you off all people need to be on the low." "What do you mean?" Her hands hovered on my exposed neck. Shit the jacket!? It must have fallen outside. “On no account should you forget to apply your masking powder, the bluecreek town are friendly to the other supernatural, but not to us…” “Why is that, aunt?” I asked the very questions, I know the answer too. “There are things…” “...better left unsaid” I finished for her what she wa about to say, already standing up to head to my room.

Iris Masked Muse. The username was clear as day, along with the teaser image of my masked face and bare shoulders, save for the faint hint of lace right where my chest was cut off. 'A little teaser for what came next’ I'd called it back when I'd uploaded the photo. It was visible. The notification for tonight’s stream still glowed at the top. Oh God. Heat flooded my cheeks. I dropped to my knees, snatching the phone and clutching it against my chest as if that could erase it.