Glorious Masquerade Novels & Stories

Getting ready to claim what they thought was theirs. Who's going to survive tomorrow untouched? Will anyone? The question that scared him most was simpler: Will I survive at all? Outside, another howl echoed through the night. Then another. The sounds of alphas marking territory, establishing hierarchy, preparing for war. Tomorrow was the Mating Ceremony. Tomorrow, all the masks would come off. One more day.

After saying these words, Trevor gave her a heavy look before leaving. Jenna simply stood there, disoriented. It was not until Trevor had left for a long time that she came back to her senses and slowly walked out of the study. The colorful lights flashed, and the fragrance filled the air. The masquerade commenced. This masquerade was the most high profile social event in the upper echelons of society. It was also the most popular part of a banquet.

Rosalie glanced maliciously at me, pointed at my bracelet and cursed, "Selina, how did you sneak in? You came here to cause trouble, right? How... How dare you wear this bracelet?!" Her voice was so loud that it attracted everyone's attention instantly. "Is this woman's bracelet the Eternal Sincerity that Mr. Grey spent a fortune on to win for his wife? Today is the first time that Mr. Grey will appear with his wife. Is she trying to embarrass Mrs. Grey?"

Isadora asked and this time when Darrian looked over, she was sitting on Eutychus’ lap, while they both sipped their drinks. “Let’s just say it's a wolf’s favourite thing.Ah, it now begins. ” Darrian explained and as he did, the lights on the casino floor changed, everything was dim for a second before the floor was cast in a luminous lighting, casting soft shadows all over. Minutes later, men and women, scantily dressed walked into the room, each with some sort of mask on their faces. “A Masquerade party?” Isadora asked a bit surprised but there was a hint of interest.

* He said to himself as he sat on one of the vacant stools in front of the counter and requested his drink. "Thank you." He said as he grapped the glass and placed his lips on it. He turned to the back to look at the people who were in the bar and it was then that he realised that they were dressed masquerade theme. Everyone including the waiters and waitresses had masquerade masks on. *Wtf!* He swore as he looked around. Then he remembered why the front was so colorful before he came in. God only knows what they were on about. But then his memory flashed the words in front of him.

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

I don’t think the others noticed it because they were just laughing their asses out even if there’s nothing funny. “Someone once said that I’m more gorgeous when naked.” He shrugged as if telling me that I’m the one who doesn’t have taste. Wow! The hell! The week went by like a blur and finally it’s Saturday, the D-day. The biggest event in the country is going to happen. It's a masquerade ball with glitters, black and white motif. It'll be held in one of the biggest hotel here in the country owned by the Lacsamanas.

At exactly 19:00 hours... a series of glass clinking sounds ranged through the whole luxurious decorated venue which indicates that the masquerade ball had officially begun. The whole area was filled with different mysterious personalities clad in their elegant tuxedos and fancy evening gowns with their own desired masks. Those men in their elegant tuxedos and masks were all looked like princes who had walked out from a famous fairytale book to search for their princesses in the ball. Clang!

The chandeliers dripped gold. Masks glittered, laughter echoed, and the masquerade ball at Roverthhood shimmered like a trap wrapped in silk. Elara wears a black mask concealing everything except her eyes asGowns swirled around her and jewels flashed; she pulsed at the edge of the hall though she could be seen even in the shadows. She felt each and every stare. Alice holding a glass of wine flourished under that spotlight, she walked through the crowd in a gown that spilled like molten silver.

“Thinking is how people get themselves killed. Enjoy the Masquerade instead.” With that, he left. I held the fox mask to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. Burned farmland. A reward. Killian’s rage. And here I was, hiding in the woods with rogues, pretending I was building a new life. Pretending I wasn’t still tangled in the ashes of the old one. By the time night fell fully, the Masquerade had begun. Lanterns glowed like suspended stars, dancers spun in circles of swirling colors, drums beat in joyous rebellion, and laughter filled the air as if grief didn’t exist at all.