Novel & Cerita Death Eater Mask Snape

She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!" The two sisters gave each other questioning looks. It was the first time they had heard this person's name. Darya grinned at Bianca as she leaned forward slightly, pushing the leather pouch with her fingertips." I don't know a Severus Snape. For his fame to have reached humans, he must be a fabulous wizard." Bianca hiccupped in surprise and quickly changed the subject. "So this bag contains...?" "It's a contraceptive tea," Darya explained calmly. However, her pupils could no longer maintain a fixed focus, and her usually sumptuous ebony-black skin seemed to lose its luster.

Riona flinched, moving her face away. "Who is that?" She asked, her voice hoarse from staying long without water. Her tense body relaxed in the slightest when her mask was left intact. The mask that had defined her whole life as the masked luna. It was no praise but a curse to hunt her ever since the accident when her dad died, she had been living with a scarred face that made people murmur and question her capability as a luna. She has had to wear the mask since the doctors said she would have to live with a ruined face but the wound healed within the month she got it leaving no trace of its existence. Who cares?

But my thoughts divulge as I finally notice his mask. I gasp. The mask is an eerie matt black sheet of armor like metal that covers half of his skull. It appears modeled to fit his perfectly symmetrical face and pressed artfully across the bridge of his nose. But what stands out the most are two golden ram horns that protrude from the top corners. They curve backwards to sit where I assume to be just below his ears. What a dreadful reminder of the fact I still stand in the company of the devil. A man that has a distorted face, who has killed his parents, his brother and four of his future wives!

Enardo and Helena held their breathe, their hearts pounding loudly in their ears, whoever was walking towards them was dangerous and is ready to make their heads roll. Soon, the movement stopped, then a flicker of candles were lit up in the room, then the figure came forward, dressed in black overalls and black masks, not even the eyes were visible. The face was perfectly hidden in the mask. “Who are you?” . Enardo asked with a flicker of panic in his eyes. “I am DEATH.” The words sent shivers down their spines and they shuddered in fear. “What— do— you— mean?” Helena asked in a shaky voice.

Although Viktor simply said goodbye to him, as the priest's son he had imposed himself a missive. Viktor searched his father's closet and found some black priestly robes; With a dark motivation that arose suddenly, he exchanged his traveling clothes for the black priest's robes that once belonged to his father. He waxed his short beard, trimmed his elongated hair and placed a silver necklace with the image of a crow on their necks, this type of necklaces were only used by the Clerics of the God of Death. The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard.

Victor stood beside the first as Maria approached him with a velvet box. "Your mask," she said, opening it to reveal an intricately crafted piece. "Custom made, as you requested." Victor took it without comment, examining the half-mask of burnished gold and obsidian. It was crafted to resemble a death's head—not garish or Halloween-like, but subtle and elegant, with empty eyes that would reveal nothing of the man beneath. "Perfect," he finally said, his voice low. "Victor," Maria began, hesitating. "Are you sure about tonight? We could still—"

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.

Even though she was scared of the mist that was surrounding her, slightly worried that it was poisonous, Moira still glared at the mist as if she could see who was hiding behind the thin veil of the mist. She unsheathed her claws as her eyes flashed wolf before she growled threateningly, “ Step out or I will make you.” Her threat seemed to have worked which made the person who was hiding in the shadows walk out of the mist. It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic

“I will destroy you assholes!” The average-looking man was forced to look at her and he recognized her immediately. He gave her a demeaning look not wanting to argue with her again but this time, the masked man looked at her straight in the eyes. Even though he was in a mask, Daphne could make out the bottomless pit of fire in his eyes. The irritated scowl aligned on his thick brows. The mask covers his eyes and nose only. Daphne swallowed hard on her saliva when her eyes lands on the man’s lips which drew back in a snarl.

This man should be killed! "You call white black and you are lost to shame! All right, this is your own choice. So today, I'll see you all off on the road to death and kill you black sheep. Maybe from then on, Snow Dragon Mountain will become clean and peaceful!" The man with the bronze grimace mask was closed in, but his voice was still extremely calm. With stern eyes, he seemed to be looking at a group of shapes without souls. With his voice, the flame over the scorching hot saber in his hand became burning hot again.