Death Eater Mask Snape Novels & Stories

But damn, he’s got the aura of death down. His body is painted entirely robin’s-egg blue, except his face—which is matte black. He carries a blue snake, and wears a massive hummingbird skull mask that shadows his glowing eyes. His nose is blunt, his mouth flat, and his ears are pierced with large gauges. He’s shirtless, too, but wears an enormous collar made of gold, cloth, and beads, and a loincloth held in place by a gold belt. Feathers sprout from one leg, and he’s barefoot.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

"Why is this the last name for Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty?" The Spiriter then walked out. He was wearing a black, hooded cloak that was white inside. His head was lowered. He wore a special full-face mask that only exposed his eyes. The Spiriter spoke respectfully, "Young Master, there’s no doubt about Angeline Severe’s identity." "Oh? Speak."

A snarl ripped his chest as he shattered the glass with his elbow. I let out a shrill cry and hurriedly backed away as he smashed the glass and entered my room. Since he was wearing a loose black hoodie and matching slacks with boots, complete with a face mask, it was impossible for me to recognize who he was. The only thing visible were his eyes behind the black mask that briefly flickered gold. “I am going to kill you, bitch!” his voice came out warbled, like he was using some sound filter. He trudged forward, taking one cautious step at a time as he studied my movement. “You’ve ruined everything.”

"Kaelen isn't stupid. He heard the rumors." ​He tossed me a sword—a sleek, black blade made of obsidian glass. ​"Suit up, Elara," Alaric commanded. "You wanted to know if you were ready? Tonight, we find out." ​"I can't fight them," I said, panic flaring. "If they see me... if Kaelen is with them..." ​"You won't fight as Elara Vance," Alaric said, pulling a mask from a shelf. It was made of bleached bone, shaped like the upper skull of a wolf. It covered the eyes and nose, leaving only the mouth exposed. It was terrifying.