Crimson Mask Novels & Stories

His presence was so dim, not even assassins could pinpoint him even if they tried. His eyes shone with a crimson glint as he kept observing his surroundings. He blended himself among the crowd. While he inched towards an immense building, that stood proudly in his way. His hand reached for his collar, and he pulled up his mask above his nose. Half of his face was now covered with his assassin's mask, but since this was Glitch public shelter, this kind of shady appearance was pretty common. Each step he took, his heartbeat dulled. 'I really wanted to avoid this!', Creed uttered behind his mask, "been a while since i flipped my switch on!"

I needed full anonymity. “Yes,” I said again, firmer this time. “But tonight, I want one.” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “All right. A mask it is. What color?” Anything but red, nearly slipped from my lips. But that may give away too much and leave room for questions. “What colors are available?” “Five. Blue, green, white, yellow, and red.” Blue was always Moira’s courtesan signature identity, both in Pleasur’io and now in Naked Den. Taking it would be like impersonating her, and the very idea left a sour taste in my mouth.

Besides, they were allies—after all, they shared a common enemy: Crimson Wyrm Master. "Your mask; Is it convenient for you to take it off?" Brenda’s uncle asked politely. "It’s not." Alexander refused flatly. At that moment, one of the group members leaned in and whispered to Brenda’s uncle, "Sir, on the road, Crimson Wyrm Master’s men tried to force him to take off his mask, but he killed them all. "Altogether, he must’ve taken down no less than two hundred men." Those nearby who heard this were stunned, their faces full of admiration.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

I need her. “Where is the mask?” I asked her about the mask I always wear when I do the substitution. “No mask for tonight, Crim… the customer wants to see how pretty the one that will entertain him. The boss said that the man was so handsome that he didn’t need to offer money to a woman to get laid. Be careful. You might be tempted.”

His lips curled into a huge smile as Hardin walked up to the two ladies, he was dressed in a pair of blue suits and his hair was pulled back in a neat undercut. He looked different from how she knew him five years ago, he looked more professional and more dashing. He didn’t look like the devil from five years ago, the devil that made her life a nightmare, the devil that snatched her life away from her. How could he look so different when he was the most evil person she has ever come across?

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

he snarls, voice layered, distorted, “would be a great time.” “For what?!” I scream. Ezra’s eyes flash—not blue anymore, but something darker, deeper, like a storm rolling in behind them. He bares his teeth. And speaks a word that does not belong to any language I know. The air splits. Literally. The space beside Ezra fractures like glass, peeling back to reveal darkness beneath—and from it steps the masked man. Fully formed. Solid. Real. He moves in perfect synchronization with Ezra, like a reflection stepping out of a mirror. Same height. Same build. Same presence. The smooth black mask hides his face, but I feel his attention snap to me instantly.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

It would give them a chance to interfere in pack matters. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, making my heart feel constricted under the pressure, the blank screen finally connected the call and the face of an unknown man appeared on the screen. Alpha Krimson had long black hair that touched his shoulders. It reminded me of Darcia in his late teens. But somehow, this man managed to make it look intimidating and professional at the same time. However, the most noticeable feature about the man who seemed to be built like a tank, were his bright red eyes. A definitive sign of a rogue wolf.