Harry Potter Masks Novels & Stories

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

one of those buyer among crowd was Albert… Albert brought three paper mask and went back to house where Draco and Jasmine were busy with their planning for freeing Terra and Petro… “Master, here are mask that you asked for” Albert said and handed Draco there half face mask which were in shape of half moon and were decorated with pigeon feather and some sham white glass stones…. “Good… now go take some rest, we have trouble to go through in evening” Draco replied and Albert bowed his head and left Draco and Jasmine alone as he went to barn and sat on his wooden cot that was placed inside it…. in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand.

And their masks glittered with crystals shaped like crescent moons. “Sexy voices,” Sylvia said. “Yes, and big dreams,” I added. Sylvia’s voice rose above the crowd. “And a big cock!” A laugh caught in my throat. “Shh.” She was going to get them kicked out of here. I was in between choking and chuckling when I ran straight into Xavier. He wore a mask formed from silver and black puzzle pieces. I’d been heading toward the Madder Hatter’s entrance and he was leaving. I’d been too busy yapping with Sylvia to look in front of me.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

He reached out and tried to grab me by the hair. I tilted my head to dodge and tried to keep my breathing steady as I rang the small bell in front of me. The patient lying in the bed exhaled a slow breath. Thankfully, we were pretty much done with this session. If Luke had interrupted us earlier, the patient might have been startled. "Have you also lost your mind, Luke Spencer?" I demanded after putting on soundproof headphones on the patient again. Luke glanced at the patient disdainfully before reaching out to grab me again. This time, he succeeded as I was preoccupied with making sure that my patient's breathing was steady.

I nodded and took the hand he extended to me. A shiver ran through my body, but I didn't ignore it. We turned to head back to the castle, but just as we were about to leave the secluded corner of the garden, a dozen figures emerged from between the hedges and trees. They wore grotesque masks that hid their faces, and an artificial, sweetish scent tried to mask their individual scents. Aromas that I recognized very well, even though the smell was so repugnant that it made me dizzy.

"The three of us are going to the Halloween party together. All of us, no exceptions." ***** The location of the Halloween party was in an unused building at the back of college. In this secret place, all guests were required to wear the masks provided. And since we were late, there were only three types of masks left: wolf, rabbit, and cat. Hazel took the cat mask, put the rabbit mask on me, and gave the wolf mask to Drake. Then she pulled us both into the building. This party was more like a party in nightclub, not much different. Maybe it's just different in terms of the audience, which only contains students of this college and its strange rules.

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.

It was, before I went and ruined it, leading him on a wild goose chase across the roguelands. I pull the mask from the box. It looks like a piece of costume jewelry, like something I’d wear to a masquerade ball. Without my powers coursing through it, it looks and feels… cheap. Empty, and cold. ‘Carefully, Princess,’ Ryatt hisses into my mind. I put the mask on as fireworks crash overhead, turning the sky a vibrant, electric blue. Poppy was right about the celebration being a perfect distraction from what’s about to take place.