Konig Under Mask Novels & Stories

Even though she was scared of the mist that was surrounding her, slightly worried that it was poisonous, Moira still glared at the mist as if she could see who was hiding behind the thin veil of the mist. She unsheathed her claws as her eyes flashed wolf before she growled threateningly, “ Step out or I will make you.” Her threat seemed to have worked which made the person who was hiding in the shadows walk out of the mist. It was a man, dressed in those long robes that the wizards wore, his face covered with a mask that had the mark of King on it, the lips that were drawn on the mask were stretched in a smile that resembled weirdly like that of a clown making the mask look even more ironic

It was an order. In the far corner, the VIP section was blocked by two men in black suits. One spotted her, lifted the rope, and let her through without a word. The music was quieter inside the glass lounge, though still loud. Everything was polished and sleek. He was there. Diego Roderigo sat in a leather booth, drink in hand. His navy suit looked expensive and perfect. The dim light caught his face—sharp features, cold eyes, and a thin scar. His presence filled the room.

The room looked up, wide-eyed and breathless, eager to see their king, their unclaimed king, who had finally decided to choose a queen. What a farce. The crowd shimmered in a sea of masks and ambition. Their gowns glittered, and their laughter buzzed just beneath the surface of false modesty. I could smell the tension in the air, and the perfume of hope and desperation mingling with champagne and roses. The music swelled as I reached the last step, paused for the briefest of moments. And smiled. This was the smile of a king who had buried every tender thing inside him and replaced it with steel.

As we walk into the full hall with people dancing, I have my arm looped around Ruggerio’s. Just like the first time I set foot in this room, I feel free and happy. As we descend the long stairs with the white balustrades, we already plan on which bar we are going to attack first, before settling in a cozy lounge. “Who knows if our room will still be available tonight?” Ruggerio grins at me and I shake my head, not able to contain my happy smile. We are wearing the same mask we wore the night we met. The only difference will be, that he will get to slip it off me by the end of the night. THE END

He ordered and a cloud of black mist circled around the floor in the middle of the room, the king watched as six men emerged from the mist that instantly disappeared, leaving them standing there tall and mighty, power and authority danced and flamed from their bodies. They faces covered in a black masks, so was the rest of their bodies covered in black cloaks and hoods, not even a little bit of skin was exposed. "Bow before your King!" King Caesar requisitioned but they remain standing, holding their shoulders hight, the king smirked. "You have no right King Caesar, you are not our master and we'll never be our master!" one of the spatted, King Caesar gripped tightly on the hand of the thron

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.

Every sound, every breath, every flicker of laughter felt tainted. Behind those masks, senators, CEOs, and royalty whispered their desires. This was what the Order truly worshipped: the unholy communion between dominance and desire. I finally understood behind the masks, the world’s most respected faces were nothing but beasts, hiding their filth behind their fortunes.

"To you are the princes of the lower kingdoms." He pointed towards the princes table to let out a thunderous applause. "Now welcome my dear son, Crown Prince William Jong in!" He said so that all the princes were surprised and looked at Kai's seat previously, it was not there! How did they not notice his disappearance? They all looked at where the king had indicated. There is Jongin dressed as a royal prince in black and white gloves, holding the hand of a girl next to him with explosive beauty and femininity, her hair in dark black, wearing a white dress, revealing her legs and charms.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

I said questioningly as I reached out to take it from his hand. The white mask that would shield the areas around my eyes was decorated with small flowery patterns and golden embroidery looked like something straight out of a fantasy masquerade. “Wear it. You might find it liberating when no one can tell who you are,” he said before showing me a devilish smirk. “What about you?” I asked after putting the mask on my face. “Why would the king need to wear a mask in his own realm?” he replied cockily. “I guess you do have a point,” I said before letting out a giggle.