Eye Of The Beholder Mask Novels & Stories

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.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

Mary asked while checking out the mask in her hand. It was red in colour and is going to hide both of her eyes and the right side of her face, the other half was bare for everyone to see but they won't be able to recognise her if she wears it. On the other hand, Sarah's mask was really beautiful. It's going to cover her full face with a lot of artistic patterns drawn in the red mask with a golden border, matching her dress perfectly.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

I scream as he makes the mistake of looking straight into my eyes. Ensnared by my power, he jerks back instantly and lets go, but it doesn’t matter. Four other men still have me pinned. My dumb ass should’ve commanded the men holding me to kill each other, but I wasn’t thinking. “Hold her head but don’t look into her eyes, you idiot,” Oliver mutters. He leans on a wooden beam and watches. The man shakes his head quickly and holds my head again, his eyes averting mine. Zao walks from the far end of the room and ceremoniously lifts an iron half‑mask. The kind used at masquerades. It’s silver, beautifully detailed and embroidered, but thick—at least half an inch of metal, and even thicker aroun

My eyes dip lower taking in his tight black slacks and black dress shoes and it takes all my self-control not to steal a peak at the goods. A guy who is that ripped is either overcompensating for something or… he just wants the rest of him to match up to what he was born with, and I’m unsure which, but I know which one I’m hoping for. Before my thoughts can spiral out of control in the cesspool that is my depraved mind, I notice the people next to him. To his left is someone who I can only tell has dark espresso-like skin because of the colour of their hands, which are currently very busy. Their face is hidden behind the most incredible mask I’ve ever seen. It’s black metal, shaped like a sh

Lex perused the masquerade, feeling somewhat elated by the fact that he was indistinguishable. He adjusted his white and gold mask that covered his entire forehead but extended only to half of his face. The overall colour was white with an acrylic effect. The gold highlighted the eyelids and accentuated the mask.

Wearing a mask for a photograph was quite inappropriate. So, Duke raised his hands and took off the black mask he had on. The cameraman crouched down and took a photograph. He felt a penetrating gaze sweep over him. A long scar stretched across the face of the man in the camera, making his face look terrifying and ferocious. Even his eyes shone with a cold glare that was as sharp as daggers. ‘These eyes... This man looks like someone I saw on TV. The leader of Black Party, Terry North, had the same eyes! He was even dubbed the Eye of Death by netizens.’

But in the corner, partially hidden behind a leather reading chair, something caught my eye that seemed completely out of place. A mask. Not just any mask, but a skull mask made of what looked like high-quality ceramic or porcelain. It was beautifully crafted, with intricate details that made it seem almost artistic rather than merely decorative. The eye sockets were rimmed in black, and the jaw was articulated so it could move, creating an effect that was both striking and slightly unsettling. Curiosity overrode my better judgment. I walked to the corner and picked up the mask, turning it over in my hands to examine the craftsmanship. It was heavier than I’d expected, with a comfortable lea

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—"