Kirby Masks Novels & Stories

“To make sure no one pulls anything shady.” Something about that made warmth spread through my chest. Still, I hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to deal with the attention. If Riley’s already talking about me, then—” Ryder pulled something from his pocket and held it up. A sleek black mask. I blinked. “What’s that for?” He smirked. “If you don’t want them to know it’s you… then don’t let them.” I stared at him. He tossed it at me and I caught it. “Problem solved, darling.”

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, Midnight fixed the mask on his face. Since it wasn't the first mask Ryder had made, it was the best one so far she had managed to create. Even though having a few flaws was inevitable, it still was pretty decent. The mask was a half one that covered only the upper half of Midnight's eyes. It resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of Midnight's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sig

The woman sat him in the chair that was there. The woman stood in front of him and smiled. The remnants of its natural redness can be seen. "Who are you? Who are you? Why do you wear masks and all your colleagues? Why?" he asks holding his fear. He wants to clarify something. "Well, it's for hiding our personality." He laughed. He doesn't satisfied with his answer. " Really?"

This pack wasn’t like that border one, gloomy and reeking. Here, joy hung in the air... a night market packed with delicious food and beautiful goods. "Buy a good-luck mask! Animals favored by the Gods!" A tiny stall crammed with colorful masks caught my attention. They had all kinds: foxes, wolves, even some insects with big red eyes. An idea hit me. "Come with me." I squeezed my male’s rough, warm hand and led him to the stall. A young man greeted us with a smile. "I want that wolf mask..." I pointed at one I thought Archer might like.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

I said. "Hey, Brianna, can you get this straight?" someone said impatiently. "This is a class reunion, not some kind of public trial. Can't we just eat in peace?" I turned to look at the speaker. It was Jackson Wright, the class secretary. Back in high school, he'd never held back when it came to verbally abusing me. He used to say my bob haircut hurt his eyes, that I walked around all day with a blank expression and a sickly yellow face, like something not quite human.

I'm left standing there in my t-shirt and leggings feeling like I've somehow wandered into an alternate universe. Before the last woman leaves, Ruby stops and rummages through a drawer. She pulls out an ornate masquerade mask—black with silver filigree. "Here," she says, pressing it into my hands. "If you're too shy to show your face at first, wear this. Also..." Her eyes drop to my leggings. "Lose those. Your shirt's long enough. You'll look more natural." Then she's gone, leaving me alone in the dressing room with my racing thoughts and a mask that suddenly feels like both armor and surrender.

The mask he wore was especially noticeable now. The mask! Eddy's eyes widened as he stared at the picture of Kirk wearing a mask.

I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face I placed the bags that I was holding on the bench near us " I told you not to mess with me, I warned you," I said as I slowly walked near them The guy wearing a black cap kicked me but I immediately dodged it, I kicked him hard that caused him to stumble on the ground The other guy took the opportunity and punched me on my stomach, I groaned in pain, I felt dizzy, all of them took the opportunity to knock me down, I tried my best to fight back, I punched them I kicked them but in