Fear Street Masks Novels & Stories

But the Lord of Lust paused when he got to the last two. There was a woman wearing a red gown and another in a purple gown, and despite the masks they wore, neither seemed all that excited to be present at the feast, given their frowns. In fact, both of them looked quite frightened, by the way their hands were white-knuckled into fists and their faces pale below their masks.

she said, as she hurried through the room, trying to make sense of the chaos. Caitlin saw several elaborate dresses along the wall, and several intricate masks. She was amazed by their craftsmanship. They looked like works of art. Some had long, curved noses, while others were small, no more than just an eye mask. There were gold masks and silver masks, some simple, and others elaborately adorned. Some were sinister, some jovial; some had feathers, others were plain. It was quite a collection. Caitlin, fascinated, made her way over to the wall, and reached up and touched one.

He was like a flying eagle. This man was wearing a very strange bronze ghost-face mask. The mask's expression was laughing and crying. Under the light of fire and snow, it made people feel very strange and uncomfortable; it was a hard to describe feeling. Somehow, as soon as they saw this bronze grimace mask man, everyone felt, involuntarily, a hint of fear, as if they saw the soul-devouring judge from hell. "Who are you? Why do you disguise yourself as a ghost...?” Han Yu, Ghost Counselor, gently waved his feather fan and asked, "Are you a devil who has colluded with Valley Village?"

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.

She just stared at the other end of the corridor with caution. The three boys raised their heads and looked over at the same time. A man in a black suit was walking over from the end of the corridor, and his face was covered by a silver mask. The mask glowed with a cold light, appearing extraordinarily scary and creepy. Forget Melody, even Harold felt slightly frightened, but he still stood in front of Melody courageously and shielded her. George and Alden were bolder. They calmly stared at the figure who was getting closer.

He smiled and bought another one for his other two friends. Looking around through the lively night, the important part of the festival had finally come. Everyone at that moment got onto their knees as they looked at the dark forest behind them. The masks they worn made them look as if they were some cult. They bowed some crying, some praying and some bowing quietly with some kind of respect and some with fear.

But only after spending some time and going through hardships, did she realised how wrong she was about Faiz. Soon they went back inside the main hall and saw a mast distribution counter on the side, everyone was getting the mask from there and entered the dance hall. Both Amelia and Faiz took the masks from the counter and wore them around their upper face. Amelia got a beautiful pink and black crystal glaze mask, her eyes through the mask made her look even more stunning and mysterious, and yet opened like a book. Faiz was given the white bear mask, it made her look scary rather than cute or charming, but her eyes made her stunning even more with that mask on.

Embarrassed, Yoshitaka instead doubled down, "Ms. Fox, Mr. Wade—don't worry. Tokyo is my turf, and no one gets to misbehave here!" But even as he finished speaking, someone yelled from the backstage entrance, "Kill them all! Leave none alive!" Even as Yoshitaka turned in shock, he found the dozenish armor-clad figures storming inside, their faces covered in masks, and each of them carrying katanas! The samurai masks were utterly horrific, each being sculpted into the faces of demons, their eyes glaring and glowering furiously while their fangs protruded from their jaws—the very sight of them intimidating.

THE FEAR MERCHANT The Jack-o’-lantern on Roy Wallace’s porch was in desperate need of a Botox treatment. A mere week after Halloween, rot was already hard at work on the toothy grin. The corners of its mouth had drooped into a grimace, and the gourd reeked of sweet decay and old smoke. His face twisting into the same mask of displeasure, Roy didn’t know what to blame: the odor or the house across the street.

Shocked, instead of finding maggots or rotten brains, I felt warm skin beneath the skull, as if. “It- it's a mask!” I gaped. “But how- why- what?...” I trailed off, utterly confused. Confusion turned quickly to anger- I pried the mask from his face. “How dare you trick me into thinking that hideous thing was real, that any of this crap existed!” I screamed, glancing at the heavy disguise in my hands, so life-like it could've been on the shelves of forensics lab. It was as if a skull had been sawed off at the brow, and the inside was moist, like living bone. With a shriek of disgust I hurled it at him,