Cast Of Ruler Master Of The Mask Novels & Stories

"I don't mind if you choose not to take your mask off. Your call. I won't force you." Without a second thought, the masked man said, "A deal's a deal. I'll stick to the rules." He reached up and lifted the mask from his face. The moment the mask came off, a strikingly handsome face was revealed, stunning everyone present. His expression was serious, his gaze cold and proud, exuding an air of defiance. The crowd gasped as they recognized Desmond. “Wait, that's Mr. Miller! He's the one who pretended to be Epic this whole time!"

Next to her were the House Masters—the people who were supposed to supervise the student leaders, not follow them into occult basements. Their presence twisted the rules of the school into something unrecognizable. But it was the man at the head of the room who stole Hannah’s breath. He wore a black mask. No features. Just smooth, matte black, like someone had carved shadow into the shape of a face. He stood tall, hands clasped behind his back, every inch of him radiating quiet control. Lining the room’s perimeter were men in tailored black suits, faces hidden behind identical masks. Not students. Not teachers. Something else.

A man in a black coat with an iron mask and long braided hair looked at the trees swinging in the forest in the distance. This person was Iron Mask. He was one of the Regal Palace’s Generals. Up till now, Tyr had never seen his face. Beside him was a guy in green. He seemed like an American person who had strong will. His name was Brogan Leitch, a soldier under Iron Mask for over ten years. "Brother Iron Mask, why did you not personally pick Palace Master up from the airport?" After a long silence, Brogan could not help but ask. Iron Mask did not reply, he continued to stare at the trees in the forest.

Behind the expensive gowns, and suits with masks lies the real entity of supernatural beings. "Where is the young master..." "Daddy, is he about an age as me?" "Is everything ready?" "I don't like that kid to be the next ruler..." "Shh! Shut it!" Many in the crowd began to murmur their dissent while they were waiting for the celebrant. Suddenly, there was a flicker on the light, and turned off making the crowd utter a loud gasp. In a split second, the light descended on the stage to a certain person wearing a raven-black mask that covered half of his face. Standing big and smiling, his eyes peruse the huge crowd.

Peace had probably never seen the woman in the mask before, so he assumed that she would not match the demure beauty from yesterday in terms of looks. In reality, the woman in the mask was just as attractive as the woman from yesterday. “All right then. You’d better keep your word, Young Master Chaffman. No regrets!” Caleb immediately agrees to the proposition and instantly emphasized the point in fear that the other man would retract his statement. “Of course! Quickly send me the location. We won’t need many men this time. These two fighters should be enough!” Young Master Chaffman grinned confidently. After all, aside from a second-class aristocratic family like the Chaffman family, not ju

He spoke, "You think you can stop me by this? Trust me your mother-" "Do you even know who you're talking about?" Asked now an angry Noah. As he grabbed everyone's attention, he continued, "Do you even know who his mother is?" Lucious just grumbled, "Maybe a queen of another swarthy kingdom. For your kind of information, I am the prince of the most powerful kingdom, so doesn't matter who you are." Noah scoffed as he said in the darkest voice, "He is the prince of Anchancia, son of Dark Queen, Anika Julio Astren. He is Kaal Anika Julio Astren."

I did not need to pass through my room’s waiting area in order to enter my queen’s room. I sat on the edge of my large bed for a while before I stood up and slowly walked in front of the full-length mirror. I gazed at the woman who stood I front of the mirror, with her face covered by an ivory mask. From the time I declared myself as the new Queen, no one has ever seen my face since then. I looked at my amber eyes in the mirror, eyes that could allure any man I wanted. They were two radiant eyes mirroring a woman of unfathomable depth of emotions, eyes that never laid bare for anyone to understand. Slowly, I removed my ivory mask. My eyes batted as I saw the face of a woman who could launch

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

Tonight, the Ninth Master—who hadn’t appeared in three months—suddenly returned for an inspection, making everyone at Royal One feel on edge, each person treading carefully. On the seventh floor, in a private suite, the legendary Ninth Master lounged lazily on a sofa. A black wolf-mask concealed his face—eerie, imposing, and cloaked in mystery. At his side stood four elite bodyguards. Across from him sat his archrival—Raymond. Raymond was handsome, with sharp, deep features and a slightly rounded face that only added to his charming appeal. With a devilish grin, he looked at the Ninth Master and said, “It’s been three months, Ninth Master. I thought you’d been taken out by your enemies.”

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his