Hazbin Hotel Masquerade Novels & Stories

"Welcome back, your grace." He nodded, not even sparing a glance at the maids lined up in front of him. The whole room was silent, as the maids trembled at the sight of the duke. All his maids wore a mask, just as he had ordered. Even his subordinates in the Rouge Library do this. It’s his rule. And he does not have any plan to change it. Scanning his eyes, he looked for his personal attendant. "Where's Huxley?" He asked.

I married my nightmares, a ruthless, Alpha, that could even kill someone for stepping on his toes. Will I survive my stay here in this palace? I’m not sure. But I wondered why it was wearing a mask though. He even wear it to sleep. Is he not tired of it? I wonder what his face looks like. “ are you staring at me? Or is this what you would do for the whole night?” His voice was low but menacing. There is no difference between my face and tomato. I closed my eyes instantly and covered myself with the duvet. Hiding myself completely under it.

asks Hunter with a hesitant look on his face. “My eighteenth birthday is going to be a huge celebration. Many packs will be present as well as covens. So I decided to make it a masquerade ball so you two can attend and Allison too.” I don’t like the idea of so many people in attendance but the bright side is she is right. We can attend no problem. There will be so many scents no one will notice that we are masking ours. “That sounds wonderful angel. We’d be honored to attend.” “Good, colors are red and black. No in between,” she declares before winking a me and returning her attention to some decorations.

I said, fearing that Alpha Jett would intentionally wanted me to sleep so we could no longer attend the masquerade party since he refused the idea at the beginning. "Alright, let's have a movie marathon," he finally said. I smiled. "Bring it on!" We watched another vampire movie, then followed by a zombie movie. At 10:00 we finally turn off the TV to get ready to wear our attire for the night and teleport to the Victorian house located on the outskirts of the city. After we finished dressing, we put on our masks covering the upper half of our faces. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded my head. "I'm more than ready," I replied eagerly.

A handwritten note was tucked inside, Reggie’s script again. A chance to dress up. Escape. Be whoever we want for one night. Dominic’s one of my oldest business partners. He is discreet and understands privacy. I thought… maybe we could go together. You and me. Cassie looked up at him, pulse kicking. “A masquerade?” He nodded. “It is a safe high-society. The masks mean no names, no faces unless you want them seen. I know it’s a different world, my world and it might be overwhelming but I want you there with me, not as arm candy. As my girlfriend.”

“I don’t want to stop you from doing what you want, Zara. But…I don’t feel good about it. Just…be careful, okay?” I nodded, the unease curling in my stomach. Her words clung to me all afternoon. . By evening, Blackwood had transformed. Silken banners in midnight blue and gold draped from the high ceilings of the Grand Hall. Tables glittered with crystal goblets and black candles flickering. Music drifted from the far balcony where the academy’s orchestra played their cold, elegant pieces. It was the annual Masquerade. A tradition older than any living student, where anything could flit freely behind masks and alliances were formed or broken under the influence of chandeliers.

he repeated. “E The crack was in the doorframe. “Your masked friend.” Although he himself did "not bat an eyelid My throat actually constricted. "You saw him?" "Oh yes.” His voice fell to icy. "And he saw you. It ceased thudding. Silence. "Now tell me," he continued, his eyes drilling into me. "What's happening at Sotheby's?" templateUrl fraudulent fraudulent fraud Ezra once cocked "Bathroom," he whispered. "It's the safest place. Go."

I would've at least called someone who worked here to get some backup. But I wasn't sober. Whatever the fuck I drank back at the venue, I had to make note of it so I knew what to never have again. At least… not in a public space. I took a deep, calming breath and opened the door. What I wasn't expecting to see was a woman lying in the bed. She wore a beautiful, deep maroon dress that hugged her frame, with a matching mask. From the looks of it, she was also in my predicament—someone who had gone to the masquerade, but ended up in a random hotel room.

Her back stiffened before she turned slightly, glancing at Marco out of the corner of her eye. "I won't forgive you." Without looking back, Hazel walked out. On his bed, Marco closed his eyes again, but tears continued to flow freely from the corners of his closed eyes. This dream was so cruel, he thought. As the steel elevator doors closed, Hazel's defenses slowly crumbled. She stared at her reflection in the elevator mirror. She looked completely unfamiliar. She wore a long, ash-gray wig, large-framed reading glasses that covered her cheekbones, and a jet-black mask that hid half her face.

When we finally pulled up to the towering gates of the Claw Bane pack’s house, I took a shaky breath, willing myself to stay calm. Beta Nathan stepped out first, opening the door for us, and I gathered the skirts of my dress as I followed Alpha Rowan onto the wide stone path leading up to the ballroom entrance. It was just as I had always remembered it. Alpha Rowan paused, reaching into his coat pocket, and handed me a delicate, intricate mask. Its silver edges gleamed in the moonlight, fine threads curling into the shapes of leaves and feathers. Relief washed over me as I realised—this was a masquerade. With the mask, I’d be hidden, anonymous. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.