Fear Street Masks Novels & Stories

The pursuer ran away and left her on the floor losing her blood. In her wound, black liquid explodes followed by a worm bursting out of her stabbed area. The worm crawls to her face leaving acid trails that melts her flesh. It spews out acid mixed with soot particles. It melts her face and her muscles in the face start to show. Her skull was covered with black spots and strings of muscles. The worm ate her left eye and forced itself into her sphenoid bone. ........ Present-day. I was staring at the row of seniors entering the gym carrying red velvet suitcases. Their faces are covered by white cloth and a mask. The mask has outlandish features. Each faces has red dots on the cheeks and black

Her mouth was full of his blood, which made her feel extremely disgusted. "You don't want to see me? Do you think this is something you can control?" Jackie smiled coldly, like a demon from hell. His smile made Serene tremble, but she still managed to straighten her thin body and looked at him coldly. "People like you who wear masks and don't even dare to show their true colors are only fit to live in hell." People who wear masks and don't even dare to show their true faces are only fit to live in cold hell... She was right, this whole year, his days were worse than living in hell.

"'Help!' The desperate cry echoed through the darkness. Blood spurted from his lips like a macabre fountain, painting his face with gruesome strokes. His body trembled, his eyes screwed shut in a futile attempt to block out the agony. Before him, a circle of sinister figures loomed, their red hoodies and black attire seeming to blend with the shadows like specters of death. The masks hiding their faces only added to the unsettling aura, making them appear as agents of some dark and malevolent force.

Chloe's face turned pale, and fear washed over her. She carefully reviewed recent events, realizing that she had not offended anyone and had conducted her business within the industry's boundaries, so who could be behind her abduction? At that moment, a masked woman sitting in the passenger seat turned to face them. Chloe's body tensed up as the mask revealed a pair of hawk-like eyes. They sent a chill down her spine as the woman stared at her intently, reminiscent of a female ghost from a horror film.

Thoughts upon thoughts racing on my head, my legs shivered as the masked unknown men brought me to the dark room, before pushing me in. There weren't two anymore like the ones that abducted me, but instead there were five strong mysterious masked man, all making me more fearful with their frightened mask. The lips of their mask curving, they gave me a demonic deadly smile, before locking the dark door shut behind their backs. Turning their frightening masks back to me, I crawled back, as countless tears kept on streaming down my eyes. Just like seeing the devil, I was scared than ever before, scared of their masks, I was scared of my tragic fate.

Maybe I needed to find out more about her gifts beyond her dressmaking. Wyatt came up beside me, took it from my hands, and placed it. Then securing it behind my head with the help of Issac. Pinning his eyes on me as he met mine in the mirror. were A blur of emotion, sadness, pride, love, resentment, and acceptance, not one was stronger than the other. Then in a blink of an eye, he masked himself, his hand resting on my shoulder in support. I covered his hand with mine as the men were handed their masks and Zoey hers. Wyatt and Beau's masks were pewter in color, like my dress and their handkerchiefs. They were simple yet elegant, mimicking natural fur with copper and bronze hews painted to c

Someone stepped inside. I froze. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt, black and frayed at the sleeves. But what made bile rise in my throat wasn’t his clothes. It was his mask. He—she, whoever—wore a white Grim Reaper mask. There were hollow eyes that swallowed the light whole. That skull’s jaw frozen mid-sneer gave me the creeps of my life. And I was a thread close to passing out again. But then, my body didn't let me. Instead, my blood went cold enough to ache.

Between the masks, the crowd, and the constant flicker, the place feels like a fever dream designed by a psychopath. At some point, I realize most of the guests are wearing masks now. The sight reminds me of the masquerade at my estate, except these aren't elegant ballroom masks. They're modeled after animals. I spot feathered masks shaped like birds, sleek cat faces, foxes, wolves, and a dozen others moving through the crowd beneath the flashing lights. The game itself isn't difficult. My senses do most of the work for me.

Like a rose blooming in a nest of serpents. Her foxlike eyes brimmed with tears. The corners reddened. Her shoulders trembled as if she were a frightened fawn. "I am scared, sir. Please save me. I will tell you everything." He appeared again. No jacket this time. A burgundy silk shirt clung to his broad frame, collar open, exposing a sharp white throat. A mask covered his face, etched with a demon motif. Bloody. Sinister. Who was he? She kept trembling.

Her mask, a sleek black fox with delicate gold filigree around the eyes, felt heavier. Inside, the party already throbbed with low music and the murmur of too many bodies. Crystal chandeliers dripped warm light over velvet drapes and dark wood. Champagne flutes moved through the crowd like schools of silver fish. Everyone wore masks: lions, ravens, porcelain dolls, devils. Faces hidden, intentions very much not.