Konig Under Mask Novels & Stories

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.

After making the call, she waited in the room. After half an hour, a knock came on the door. Thea opened the door. A man was standing outside. He wore a black jacket, a cap, and a black mask. “Come in.” Thea walked into the room while the man followed close behind. In the room, Thea sat on the sofa. Meanwhile, the man stood by her side. Glancing at him, Thea ordered, “Remove your mask.” “What?” The man hesitated before speaking in a hoarse voice, “Young Mistress, according to the rules of the God-King Palace, we are not allowed to remove our masks under any circumstances.”

He reached back into the bag and pulled out a mask. It was a Venetian half-mask, painted gold with sharp features. "You aren't just dressing me for a party," I realized, looking up at him. "You're dressing me for battle." "You are the Queen on the board, Elena," Nico said softly. He tossed the mask onto the bed next to the dress. "The Queen is the most powerful piece but she's also the one everyone tries to take down to get to the King." He walked around the bed, standing in front of me. He reached out and unzipped my jeans with quick, decisive movements.

"I, King Moreh of Ijipt welcome us all to this Royal Court and also, to this year's Mask Festival." The people nodded, even while some ate and some privileged people played with their slaves. The standing king said more words to address the festival and to address other issues concerning the other kings. Finally, his eyes found Danika from across the room. "Come out here and remove your mask. While King Phillip and I have seen your beautiful face before, king Pasih, king Noir, and king Zeba are yet to see." Danika's legs trembled underneath her but she got up again. Don't forget who you are. The words came back to her.

He came closer causing her eyes to snap to his, “What are you doing?” King silently extended his claw and tore off the long black gown making it short. It was so short that she's sure her ass will show if she bends over. “Better. You'll walk barefooted.” he put on a dark mask over his face after saying that just as the door. He got out of the automobile and took a proud stance like a monarch, not even the mask was to hide his aura. Ivy, on the other hand, followed after him while taking deep breaths to calm her raging emotions. She was already regretting her decision as they walked into the elevator. If she had known it will come to this, she would have worn the damn dress!

the king replied, "none of my subjects have been out of the kingdom to the pack. "No?" The masked man asked again. "No," the king said firmly. The masked man climbed the steps to the throne and leaned in to whisper in the King ears, "I'm the going to pretend you didn't just lie to him and that you haven't been actively sending and spies to that pack when I gave you a job to do. You know I can take this position from you in the blink of an eye and have someone else replace you. The next time you send spies to that back to that pack. It'll be the last thing you do. Nid once if you understand me,"

No matter the outcome, I had to at least try. He looked at me hard for another moment and then sighed. He cursed lightly under his breath. “I can’t let you do this alone,” he said. “So you will help me?” My hope started to spike. “I don’t have much choice,” he said. I breathed a sigh of relief. Things would be so much easier with Ivan there. My plan still wasn’t guaranteed to work of course, but I could at least be sure to get through the door now. “Be warned, though,” he said. “You will not be allowed to wear your mask inside a King’s event, for security reasons. I will not be able to change that.”

Most of them were barely out of the Hitler Youth, green around the gills, not yet hardened by the horrors of the war. Klein’s cold eyes scanned the darkness as he lit a cigarette. He didn’t care for the men he led or the prisoners who were little more than tools. He was here for one reason—the Mask. In one of those crates, hidden among useless relics and artifacts plundered from across Europe, was the King’s Mask. A piece of history so old, it was said to have been worn by rulers who thought themselves gods. And now, with Germany on the brink of collapse, Klein knew that whoever held the Mask held the future. The legend said so, and the legends never fib, not on things like that.

I moved my eyes slightly to the right and they land on King Viper who had been watching the two of us with indifferent eyes. He doesn't say a word. Our eyes met and he doesn't even blink as he looked down to his plate and continued to eat. At this pont, I was more than confused. He would have known I wouldn't be able to the the mask off, not because he knows the royals would be uncomfortable but because he thinks I can't go with out the mask anywhere. The King doesn't know the outside is the only place I have trouble breathing in. I'm more than fine when I'm indoors as a clean area.

I moved through the crowd with practiced grace, nodding to senators and CEOs, my face a mask of polite indifference. ​Then, I saw him. ​Matthias König was leaning against a marble pillar near the champagne fountain. He was younger than the men around him, but he held the room with an effortless, predatory stillness. He didn't wear a traditional tuxedo; his suit was deep plum, almost black, tailored so perfectly it looked like a second skin. He was tan, his hair a dark, tousled contrast to the rigid pompadours of the board members. ​Our eyes met across the crowded floor. He didn't look away. He didn't smile. He simply raised his glass in a silent toast and waited.