High Rise Invasion Masks Characters Novels & Stories

His hand reached for the handle and he pushed the door open. The hallway was empty. Step after step, my heels clicked against the marble, but just as we rounded the last corner toward the main entrance, men rushed in. There were about thirty of them, all in black suits, black gloves and black masks. Flooding in like a goddamn military raid. Red laser dots danced lazily across my chest. One skimmed up to my throat and paused there. My breath hitched. “What the hell is this?” I snapped, spinning toward Jax.

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

**** We are under attack. The words kept on repeating in Marissa's ears as she stood rooted to the ground. She was jolted back to reality when Jade grabbed her hand. She saw Frank fighting off a guy that wanted to attack her. “ We need to go” said Jade as she dragged her along. Oliver was in front of them clearing their path while Frank was protecting them from behind. The people that attacked them were putting on masks to hide their faces but it was obvious they were demons and they all seemed to be aiming for her.

) Store Owner: "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your mask, please. After the last incident we had with a Dheus Ehx Machina employee in here, we can't just let people walk around with them anymore." Kimora: (Staring at the tall yet burly man asking her to remove her mask. She calmly mumbles under her breath.) "Distortion.." (Then saying aloud.) "Wait...did that just not work?" (Remembering Her mask restricts her powers she silently cursed to herself. ) Store Owner: "Miss, I have a business to run. I don't have time for your games. If you want to play games please stick to the consoles. Outside of that, I'm going to ask you to remove your mask or please exit the store."

FIVE WEEKS EARLIER... The dressing room at Eclipse smelled like expensive perfume, cheap hairspray, and desperation. Eve stared at her reflection in the mirror, studying the stranger looking back at her. Heavy makeup transformed her face...smoky eyes rimmed with glitter, lips painted deep crimson, cheekbones contoured into sharp angles. The silver mask rested on the counter beside her, intricate filigree catching the harsh fluorescent light. Her armor. Her anonymity. Her salvation. "You're on in ten," Maya called from across the room, her best friend's voice cutting through the general chaos of women preparing for the night shift. "You okay? You look pale under all that war paint."

"Our boss said we can talk. But only Mr. Clemens's boat is allowed to approach." Charlie didn't hesitate. "No problem." He signaled his men to drive forward. The speedboat entered the perimeter of the fishing boats and pulled up alongside the yacht. Two men were waiting to receive him—heavily armed, wearing grotesque masks, their muscles bulging through their tactical gear. They looked like monsters. Charlie boarded the yacht alone. He even offered a polite "Thank you" to the two "monsters." Underneath the mask, one of the thugs’ faces twisted. *Is this guy truly fearless, or is he just a world-class poser?*

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

Every girl folds into herself, shoulders trembling. We know what Guests are: Alphas powerful enough to buy this whole place, faces hidden behind porcelain masks, scents erased with the warden's potions. Names unknown. Their deeds infamous-rape, carve, destroy. The unlucky ones? Their organs sold, their bones fed to dogs. He steps in. Too tall for the low ceiling, black cloak dragging like a shadow. His mask is curved into a wide, menacing smile. No scent, nothing but that faint tang of potion, a reminder that he is untraceable.

"Attention, all soldiers. Please pay attention. Foreign mercenaries have invaded the island. Stop the training, and put on the Invisible label. Capturing the outsiders is a top priority!" "There are masked men near Eli, but, there seem to be hidden snipers as well. Vanquish them upon contact." The Invisibles all looked at each other, not knowing what was going on. Two groups of mercenaries seemed to have invaded the island. One of them was going to murder Eli, and the other was protecting Eli. Eli heaved a breath of relief. She sat up and looked at her heart. Even though she was hit in the chest and it hurt, she was fine.

Part 8: An Unexpected Enemy The chamber doors burst open. Armed soldiers flooded inside. But their uniforms were different. No Eclipse insignia. No markings at all. Their leader removed his mask. He smiled coldly. "Thank you." Everyone stared at him. "You've gathered everyone we were looking for." Victor frowned. "Who are you?" The man laughed. "The people Eclipse never saw coming." Part 9: The Escape Smoke filled the chamber. Adrian grabbed Lina's hand. "Run!" Victor and Elena covered their escape.