Kirby Masks Novels & Stories

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened, and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Jake fixed the mask on his face. The mask resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of the upper half of Jake's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sight. Ryder had spent a lot of time on the internet searching for masks to find the right model, so it wouldn't be inconvenient for breathing and speaking, but she couldn't deny that this model was also chosen for other selfish reasons. W

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

"N-no sir. They wear funny masks so we can't see their faces or hear their voices clearly." "What mask?" asked Ricky again. "The men wear brown wolf masks and the women wear pink rabbit masks," replied Kirk. Jayden patted Kirk's shoulder lightly. "Is that all you can tell us?" Jayden asked in a light tone. Kirk looked down in fear. "Y-yes sir, I don't know any more. Please spare me sir," wailed Kirk shamelessly. Jayden chuckled. "I guess I'll spare you," Jayden said quietly. Kirk was relieved and just opened his mouth to say thank you, when suddenly he felt like he was thrown hard and saw his body still standing straight. At that time Kirk realized that he saw that his body had no head.

The man with a mask over his face. *

Jervis shouted. Feline laughed and laughed and Jervis was pissed, he was the first. Kerwyn left to go to the arrow area followed by Feline. “Hey Kerwyn, I want to talk about my plan against the Stygian,” I call. To our surprise, people in masks and black sharks were painted on the back of the jacket. "Where is Ian Mercado?" I asked earlier and approached me. Kerwyn stared as he carried the arrow at Nate's crew.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

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.

At this moment, Lyra was pushing Kirin, who was on a wheelchair, as she strode towards the Buddha hall. Behind her was a group of oddly dressed men. Each of them wore a black cloak and an iron mask, the latter of which covered half their faces, giving off a mysterious and strange feeling. There were more than ten people in total. In the lead were two people with silver masks, while the rest wore black masks. If someone who recognised royal families was around, they would be able to recognize the identity of these iron-masked people at first glance.

She says looking at the masks and picking a few up. She’s so sweet, I wonder where she gets her charm from? “Ooo what about these?” she picks up couples masks and I can’t help but giggle at the thought ‘couple’ is that what Troy and I are? “They are pretty cute and will match my dress perfectly.” The ‘women’s’ one is a black lace mask with purple glitter etched around the eyes and what kind of looks like crescent moons, and the ‘males’ one is a simple design, black with the same purple glitter around the eyes and crescent moons. Perfect.