Death Eater Mask Snape Novels & Stories

Roman, Fabiano, and Isabella muttered at the same time Chills ran down my spine and the conversation I overheard days ago struck me with the force of lightning So that was the Brother. The person who wanted me dead for killing Matteo A hard swallow worked down my throat as my eyes remained glued on him. The red, black, and shiny gold robe that covered his body and flowed at his feet, filled with unidentifiable symbols and marking and his mask.... That mask was the most frightening, hideous thing I have seen in my entire life. It wasn't like the snakes made of the people seated in the pavilion above, this was a creature with six eyes and a long, black tongue. It looked somewhat like a serpent

Children blinked, women pressed their hands over their mouths, and a warrior spat into the dirt as if to wash my words from the ground. Draven’s smile cracked, like ice under a boot. For a terrible second his eyes were only animal—bright, furious, suddenly small as a trapped thing. Then the mask snapped back into place; his features tightened until they were hard as flint. “What insolence.” He took a step forward; his presence rolled over me like a black wave. “You take my name and—do you dare speak death of me? You dare call me a disease?”"

“Yes, Sir.” One of the masked men stepped forward. He wore a raven mask, sleek and black, with a dark tailored suit that clung to his tall, muscular frame. The second was leaner, a serpent mask glinting silver over ice-blue eyes. Both watched her like predators circling prey. “She’s beautiful,” the serpent murmured, voice low and smooth. “You weren’t exaggerating.” “She’s ready,” her Master replied. “Trained. Obedient. Eager.”

Or was it the eerie way he moved—fluid, confident, yet silent, like a phantom materializing out of the dim glow of the chandeliers? Now that he stood close enough, Evelyn could study the details of his mask. It was an intricate piece, covering his entire face, adorned with black and gold gemstones that glinted under the light. But it was the mouthpiece that truly sent a chill down her spine—carved with sharp, exaggerated teeth, as though mocking the very notion of civility.

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.

All of it traced back to this woman. Selene’s eyes flicked toward the shattered windows, then she smiled again and clapped once. The sound echoed unnaturally. A second later, the glass exploded inward. Figures cloaked in black dropped into the summit hall. Dozens of them. Their armor was etched with silver runes and their faces hidden behind bone-white masks. The chamber recoiled. Even Lucian’s expression sharpened with something close to alarm. “No,” he said. Aurelia frowned. Then the lead figure stepped forward and removed his mask. His face was scarred, his eyes dead and merciless. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of ancient death.

The space to enjoy the luxurious lives of the nobility, mafia, and tycoons is comparable to a fantasy world with commoners. But immediately after that, the attention of all of the guests who were present at the gala dinner was utterly taken over by a long and luxurious black car. Immediately after that, everyone's attention was completely taken over. It is a vehicle with a snake logo, which is the family crest of the Gotha family, which is widely regarded as the wealthiest family in Europe at the present time. The car came to a halt right after that statement was made. When the car door opened, a tall and lean man, standing approximately six feet tall, emerged from the vehicle. Even though t

Because his oxygen levels are depleted, he's been forced to breathe with the assistance of an oxygen tube. Terrence took a wooden box out of his father’s bedside drawer and placed it near him. His father gathered all his strength to open the wooden box with his son’s assistance and took out a peculiar-looking mask. It is made of silver and gold. "T-this is the Black Scorpion mask. Anyone who bears this mask bears the entire organization. It's yours now." Travis said while barely holding the mask with his pale hands. He extended his hand to give it to Terrence. Terrence took the mask from his father and examined it. He realized it has a resemblance to a scorpion’s face. "Dad", was all he coul

The Hex himself strode in. With each step he took, it was as though his subordinates could see death itself walking beside him. His name symbolized death. He was the killer and the leader of them all. His appearance made many of the assassins present shiver in fear. The Hex had never shown his true face to anyone. Even when he made an appearance before his own subordinates like today, he would wear a stiff mask made of actual human skin to obscure his actual appearance.

Saying that she took out the cat ears from her head and threw them on the dashboard. Ivana grimaced but pursed her lips, "You think he recognized you?" Svetlana didn't reply. She rested her elbow on the closed window seal and rubbed her temple. A new problem on her plate. It wasn't possible that he would have recognized her. She was wearing lenses and a wig. Yes, it wasn't possible! Vicente pranced the death arena with withering rage. He rounded the Death Arena holding a black mask with silver linings. He recognized the signature mask. It belonged to The Swan of the underworld.