Hoodskiiz Mask Novels & Stories

He was well built, surely perfectly chiseled beneath that fancy suit of his, but the most interesting part about him was the mask he wore. It covered his whole face, made of the same glittering obsidian that the building was made out of, accents of diamonds around the eyes and jaw. I was instantly captivated by his presence, drawn to every single thing about him. The way he strode over to me, holding his gloved hand out. The purr of his voice as he said, “Hello Miss Hawke. I’m Archimedes.”

“That does little to reassure me.” Brandon leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Everyone here wears masks. Staff included. Patrons remain anonymous, and identities are protected. Think of it as… academic masquerade.” Hart reached into a sleek black box resting beside him and produced a finely crafted mask. It was matte black with subtle silver detailing—elegant. “For you,” he said, offering it with a small smile. Noah hesitated before taking it. The material was smooth beneath his fingertips, cool and unfamiliar. It concealed the upper half of his face—just enough to render him unrecognizable.

I removed my pants and flipped them inside out, the back now on the outside and grey on the inside. I did the same with my shirt, the black on the outside and the white on the inside. I ran Trixie's mixture over my clothes and placed the black ski mask I had in my pocket over my face.

"People will probably start showing up in half an hour, but you can wear a mask to this ball to make things more interesting. Would you like to choose a beautiful mask, Ms. Deschamps?" A mask? Hesper's eyes shone as she nodded. Briar walked over to the mask vendor while Hesper looked around the stand. Rickard's mask was silver; she thought he looked mysterious yet alluring. She wanted to choose a similar one. Her face had already been altered, so if half her face was covered, no one would recognize her.

I said before hanging up the phone. “So, your engagement party turned into a masquerade ball?” Jaxon chuckled. “Shut it.” I said and picked up the mask I had resting on my desk. I have used the same mask since I started the company, and I decided to hide my identity. I also wore it when I worked with the Renegades. Without the mask, I was considered a nobody who went by Zy. With the mask, everyone knew me as Alpha Zydan Hynes. Staring at the mask, I guess I couldn’t complain about wearing it. I didn’t want to go to the party, but at least my identity won’t be exposed. If I am lucky, I can also find a way to break off the engagement.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

Or rather, I looked at the mask. White porcelain, hand painted with delicate little flowers along one edge, covering everything from my forehead to just below my nose. My eyes peered out from behind it, brown and ordinary, and my mouth was visible below it, which meant I could eat and drink without taking the whole thing off, a design feature I'd insisted on when I'd had it made five years ago. The scars underneath were bad, I knew that. The fire had taken most of the skin on the left side of my face and left behind this angry, twisted landscape that made people flinch when they saw it. The mask was easier. For everyone.

Andre shook a bottle of whiskey in front of her. "Sure." she pulled the door open further to let him in. "What are you doing in a hoodie?" Christy tried to inquire. She had known Andre for years and only now had she been him wear a hoodie to her house or any place at all. She would have sworn he didn't own one. "Just feeling a little cold so I thought maybe we could hang out," he smirked, scanning the house as though he searched for something. "But.." "sshh... But we said we wouldn't anymore?" She nodded, slowly receiving the toxin his finger slowly moving down her lips delivered.

RODWARTEM “What?” surprised, I asked Guenzo as I did not hear what he said. Guenzo sighed. “I said the Queen is looking at you but you are not reacting. Hayys, where did your mind wandered just now?” “Damn,” I cursed as I averted my gaze toward the Queen who was as usual was wearing her ivory mask, who was indeed looking at me. A smile started to form my lips as I bowed with gallantness. In my mind, I was wondering what kind of a face the Queen had inside that ivory mask. Although I was sure she was beautiful. Her lips alone that was uncovered was already that inviting.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”