Eye Of The Beholder Mask Novels & Stories

The weight of it felt luxurious. I pulled my mask out, fixing it tight. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It covered the eyes and upper face but left the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges. Thin black ribbons tied securely at the back of my head. I adjusted it carefully in the mirror. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

"I couldn't see his face clearly because of the mask..." Though it had been a mere flash of a gaze, the hollow despair pooled inside those eyes still occupied Gye-yeong’s mind. Staring at the news screen, he sank deep into thought. The boy’s physique had been slender enough to scatter in the wind, and his voice had been a sweet, lingering melody. Recalling those beautiful, cold eyes, Gye-yeong figured the face hidden behind the mask would be spectacular. Gye-yeong felt a strong, sudden urge to check the actual CCTV footage to catch another glimpse of the brat. Right then—

'' you ask, ignoring her question. Shirley got the hint that you no longer want to talk about it and drops the subject. ''Yes. You have to wear only this,'' she says showing you the thing in her hand. ''It looks like a Zorro mask except no holes for the eyes,'' you pout out getting out of the contraptions you are wearing. ''It was sent by one of our customers. He will be bidding tonight'' Shirley says and puts it over your eyes. The face cover covers your eyes and nose.

I kept the smirk on as I said that, just to annoy him. "Put the damn blindfold on!" Adonis and Sohan exclaimed. "Oh, so the dogs are barking now." They close their fists when I said that as if they were ready to punch me, which I do not doubt. "You are stupid, you know that? All of you act as if I had been ordered to put this on. But I wasn't. I chose to use it, for myself. Because I didn't want to see people's deaths, neither did I wanted to see my own," I turned to Daisuke. "I thought you had told them, but it seems like you didn't. To resume it all, now that I don't care about that anymore, the blindfold has no use for me. If you don't want me to see your death, then don't fucking look at

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Eye of the Beholder is a threat level 4 monster, it's a being of terror to be exact. In Fantasma a single of this monster able to flat an entire large city in a single night, Eye of Beholder was just a oversized single eye with a thousand tentacle around it. The reason why this is monster so highly feared wasn't because it was physically strong, in fact it was quite weak, but it has a whole arsenal of Curses, status attributes ailment attacks and a whole bunch of magic spells. Certainly due to it's annoying abilities, it was ranked as a disaster level existence.

Back then, we had agreed that if we were meeting the next night, we would place an acorn in the tree hollow. "It's you!" I grasped Waylon's hand excitedly. "You… You're the boy with the wooden mask!" My voice was barely audible as I spoke. "But why… Why did you never say anything?" "Because I was a coward back then," Waylon replied. His voice was low, as if the weight of a long-buried secret had finally come crashing down. Waylon was the Alpha's heir to the Nocterra pack. He had been strictly trained since childhood, and even sneaking out to see me was a huge risk.

I feel cold sweat on my fore head "Exactly..may I ask, are you a reporter? if you are, which agency do you work for?" "Why?, Surprised by my questions? is just your story is kind of funny, and also pathetic". She removes her mask, and her hair comes down, my eyes widen when I recognise her "Hello honey, surprise, surprise! guess who's alive!". She starts laughing maniacally. I turn and I see Benita wearing a horrified look on her face, soon all the paparazzi start to take pictures of her, I release my necktie because I suddenly felt shocked.

Both elegant and mysterious, with intricate lacework curling across its surface like delicate vines, perfectly sculpted around my face, it was made for me and only me. The eyeholes, elongated and slightly angular, gave the mask an alluring sharpness, as if I could see everything without revealing anything. Around the edges, fine details emerged where subtle engravings hinted at hidden symbols, adding layers of meaning to the mask’s allure. Different phases of the moons with stars dotted around them. Utterly beautiful.

She fastens it around my neck and pats my shoulders. "See? Now you are ready. If you fidget any more, I will tape your hands to your sides." I try not to roll my eyes, but when I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My hair, usually straight and plain, now falls in loose waves down my back, artfully arranged to frame the mask. The makeup Lorena applied makes my green eyes seem deeper and more mysterious. The emerald mask, adorned with tiny crystals and delicate filigree, transforms my ordinary features into something almost regal.