Hazbin Hotel Masquerade Novels & Stories

I didn’t get long to enjoy the introduction before another voice chimed in from the deck. “Well, well. Familiar face.” Marc leaned against the railing, drink in hand, wearing an outfit that probably cost more than my rent: dark button-down, sleeves rolled, tattoos showing but subtle. His grin widened when I approached. “I thought I recognized you,” he said, eyes sparkling with amused recognition. “The masked girl from the masquerade night.” My soul LEFT my body. Dalton’s slow look of terror was priceless. “You met at the club,” Hayden whispered loudly, delighted.

After all the accidents and unexpected incidents that had occurred, Jeremy was now exceptionally careful. Even more so when Madeline was concerned. He simply refused to slack off. Opening the door, they were met with a smiling server in his uniform. “Dearest VIP customers, there will be a masquerade party atop our hotel’s terrace in an hour. Our esteemed guests are welcome to join if they wish. Here are your invitations, and I hope that the two of you will leave with unforgettable and happy memories during your stay here.”

“No problem. It’s good to see you smile. Much better than you moping around the house all day long. The way you’re stuck to the house, you’ll be growing mushrooms soon.” He takes a look at the grandfather clock tucked in the corner of the living room and jumps up excitedly. “We have to go, or we’ll be late for the masquerade party.” The masquerade party is an annual event where members of different packs come together to mingle around in hopes of meeting new friends and finding their mates. Basically, it’s like an open blind date where you can hook up with anyone you fancy at the party. In all my twenty years of life, I have never once attended the party but Ares has. He attends it every sin

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.

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.

If he can cheat, why can't I cheat? I slip my mask on and step into the bar. It's Halloween, but with a twist. It's a masquerade night. Everyone is masked, a sea of hidden faces swirling around me. They'd gone all out—a kaleidoscope of funny, try-too-hard-to-look-scary costumes. Fake blood, monstrous parodies, and towering wigs threatened to topple with every dance step. I'd chosen something simple, just the black mask. It felt like the perfect disguise, letting me blend into the shadows while still participating in the night's strange ritual.

“But proof… changes everything.” The next night, Isabella and Damian attended a charity masquerade, the perfect cover for a confrontation. Guests danced beneath glittering chandeliers, masks hiding identity while secrets thrived in plain sight. Isabella wore a crimson gown, the fabric hugging her curves, her mask delicate but concealing sharp eyes. Damian’s tuxedo was impeccable, mask black and angular, highlighting the intensity of his gaze. From across the room, Matteo watched, mask in place, his movements deliberate. Isabella sensed his presence immediately, heart tightening. Damian’s hand brushed hers, a silent reassurance. “Stay close,” he murmured.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

There were no happy endings here. “So, this marriage… this Masquerade Ball. How does it all work?” I asked, my voice almost hollow as I tried to understand this bizarre world I had been dragged into. Sasha’s smile turned a little warmer as she explained. “This is a bit different than your regular wedding, darling. Everyone will wear masks. Jace won’t come until later, so you just have to go around, talk, dance, enjoy yourself. And then, when he arrives, you’ll go to the front and do your vows.”

Night< We arrive at Sabine´s mansion that night, with the party already in full swing. Sabine´s home is magnificent, although it appears more like a castle than a mansion. This is an event to reintroduce the First Siren into society. The mansion is filled with people from high society, some of whom are notable for their positions in the supernatural world. “For a masquerade ball, not many of these guests are wearing masks.” Lucas was right. Over half of the guests are not wearing masks at all.