Cheshire Mask Young Justice Novels & Stories

I see her pointing at Chuck and now turn to him. "Hey," I say, running to try and stop him. We all watch as Chuck takes his mask off. Running to stop him, I fail and watch as he places his mask down on the table. "What," he says, revealing a rather young man's face with a little bit of a beard. He did looks older than Bailey but younger than Rebecca. Looking up and seeing our faces, he shakes his head. "Calm down, and don't go pulling out your guns. As I said, this is the safe house I used the most."

I looked down to see a small transparent box with a needle inside. "It's silver laced," she said quietly. "One jab will knock him right out, it doesn't matter how big he is." I closed my fingers around it. "Thank you." “Don't mention. We have to look out for ourselves one way or the other.” She gripped my arm tightly. "Don't let him hear fear in your voice, it will only excite him.” I nodded then I put on my mask. It was made of ivory porcelain and only covered the top half of my face, leaving my mouth visible.

"Where are you?" It was no other than Jackson who was on the other side of the call. He was munching on an apple as he stared at his friend, Jace, from the other side of the phone. Jace was dressed in all black and was wearing a nose mask. "You don't know where I am? You can't see?" Jace replied, causing Jack to roll out his laughter. "You look like a ninja on a mission." "Well...that's no further from the truth. "

he listed casually. “I’m so envious, languages don’t agree with me, I’m terrible, aside from knowing a few random words I dont know zilch” I leaned forward and held a slim green mask to his face. It covered his arched brows and ended on the high part of his cheekbones. His fingers grazed my wrist softly “Would you like me to teach you?” I pouted, “I gave up a long time ago" then brought the mask down "You should totally get this one"I flipped it around the back to the front, "It looks mysterious, and the pretty same color as your eyes”

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

A show of force that makes Jackson's lip curl in disgust. At the center of the warehouse stands their leader, distinguished by an ornate silver mask crafted to resemble a snarling wolf. Unlike his followers, who wear tactical gear, the rouge alpha is dressed in an elegant black suit that matches Jackson's own. A mockery, perhaps. "The great Jackson Carter," the masked figure's voice echoes through the space, distorted by the mask. "Finally gracing us with your presence." Jackson keeps his stance relaxed, though every muscle in his body is coiled for action. "You've been attacking my borders for a while now. Did you expect me to ignore you forever?"

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

Paris. The Opera Garnier. It was the most exclusive event of the season. A Charity Masquerade Ball. Jackson and Serenity stepped out of a limousine. They were both wearing masks. Serenity wore a Venetian mask covered in silver feathers, matching her silver gown. Jackson wore a simple, terrifyingly sharp black phantom mask. "Remember," Jackson whispered, guiding her hand through the crowd of photographers. "We are here to observe. Not to start a war."

The guys look so dapper in their tuxedos, and when they add their black and gold masks, they turn into mysterious strangers with eyes that ignite the flames deep within me. Jace wears a gold mask that is identical to my own, with black details, and Jude is wearing an all-black mask but looks similar to mine and Jace’s. Glancing at the reflection of us together in the mirror, I find that we look hot as hell. It only tells me that Jace and I are right to want Jude to join us, he’s our missing piece.

His eyes shifted onto the frowning lady. But seeing the look of sheer happiness on her son’s face made the mother draw a deep breath. Taking the white mask which symbolized peace and power—and by far the most used mask among the citizens—she gave the mask to her son as she rummage through her purse for a piece of bronze. “We’ll have this.” “Yes! Thank you, Mom! I will be a brave wolf so I can protect you forever!” His small limbs encased his mother’s waist with a hug as his hand held the mask with utmost care.