Crimson Mask Novels & Stories

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.

I asked him, finally opening my eyes to look at his gemstone orbs. “Put on this wig and mask, and we’ll be ready to go.” He handed me another box and pointed towards the direction of the vanity where a large floor length mirror was kept surrounded by several candle stands. I hurried over to the mirror and unboxed the shoulder length wig that was in a midnight black color. Since I’d already tied my hair, it was easy to put on the wig and I instantly looked like a different person. The mask that went over my eyes was in a ruby red color with tiny red crystals along the sides in the same pattern as the embroidery on my dress. I looked in the mirror once I was done and even I couldn’t recognize

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

This mask must have some special features or functions. Nick chuckled and looked around. Then he picked up the mask and put it on. The crowd suddenly became restless, because Nick turned into a different person after he put the mask on. Nick took off the mask and said with a smile, "Everyone, this is a Yin and Yang Ghost Mask. I don't need to tell you what it can do, right? The reserve price is three thousand pieces of Fire Spinel, and the minimum bid increment is one hundred pieces of Fire Spinel."

Masks hiding their faces. No names exchanged. Complete loss of control. I described what I wanted in detail. The fear. The struggle. The moment of genuine terror before my body remembered this was arranged. I wanted it to feel real – as real as a consensual scenario could feel. The confirmation email came almost immediately. Your scenario has been matched. Window: This week. Specific date: Undisclosed. Be ready. Don’t be ready. That’s the point. Your safe word is: CRIMSON. Participants will wear black masks. Two men. One tall, one shorter.

Nonetheless I at least knew better than to be distracted, I started off eye scanning the crowd for Crimson. Finding her was almost too easy, she had quickly put on a nose mask and slid down in anticipation to hide behind the crowd of her seated course mate but her red hair was not having it. I spotted her and remained on the spot until we finally made eye contact making her jump off her seat and shout "what are you doing here!" with that she looked around only to realize what she had just done but I was loving the scene.

A majestic and ruthless cold aura exudes from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously bow to him. On the man’s face was a sleek and metallic cold, black mask that had intricate, sharp, fierce yet minimalistic designs that made it seem as if it wanted to come alive. The mask's eye cutouts are sharp, revealing the man's piercing, deep, and frigid blue eyes. The mask edges were sharp and precise, enhancing the man's intimidation, majesty, coldness, and ruthlessness.

When she arrived only a few parents were seen around and she made sure to disguise herself so no one will know it's her, it was not hard for her to locate Silva who was already at the school gates to stalk Gray, she wore a long leather pant and jacket with matching boots, then she covered her face with a mask and face cap, Crimson walked out of her car and leaned over it in the same posture as Silva who was staring at the gate to see wether Gray will be out anytime soon. As expected Gray came running out of the gate and right into the open arms of Crimson who hugged and showered his face with kisses, Silva was now staring daggers at Crimson and Crimson was happy her plan was falling into pla