Konig Under Mask Novels & Stories

"That's good to know." "Handle this man, make sure that his mouth won't open," Leo said to the Regio workers, or their bodyguards as they let the poor employee go, but of course, only literally. The Regio executives entered the venue, with Kanji and Lorenzo fixing their neckties, Leo and Toshiro adjusting their masquerade masks, and lastly, Dominic and Zacharias' hands inside their pockets as they kept their heads up, their black masquerade masks covering all of their faces.

The third festival was a masquerade filled with wonder and excitement. Everyone’s true identity was hidden under masks and elaborate costumes. I was wearing a modest white mask and Gregory wore a blue mask with a large bent beak that would have made him unrecognizable had it not been for the fact that I had already seen it before the party. Everyone was anonymous under their mask and I spent a long time trying to decipher the identity of the guests.

“The prince declared a masquerade ball to announce his beloved to the court. The king and queen were excited that their son had finally chosen a bride, and happily agreed to meet her at the ball. The prince then dressed his love in silks and a beautiful silver mask. She looked the part of a queen, even if her blood was common. “She was the most beautiful guest of the ball. She charmed the king. She charmed the queen. They felt she was the right choice for their son and the country. The king gave his permission for the two of them to be wed. It was after this declaration that the woman removed her mask and revealed her station to be nothing more than that of a servant.

He turned to Verity, waiting for an answer, but she just shook her head. She opened her mouth, but before she could an Omega ran to the end of the aisle. “Please stand and bow to his Majesty, King Rowan Lukos.” A hush fell over the crowd as Rowan stepped up to the end and held out a hand for a mask. His dark hair was ruffled in a way that had both of my wolves rumbling, and I had to fight to keep it inside. His shirt was partially open for everyone to see the mating mark on his neck, and there was another gasp that went through the crowd.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

The members here were the city's most powerful—CEOs, politicians, celebrities—all shedding their identities like winter coats. I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions of a semi-private alcove, my fingers loosely tracing the rim of my glass. The soft, black silk mask pressed comfortably against my skin, hiding the frantic, easily flustered CEO who had spent the day shouting about European tech holdings and debating the merits of vegetarian catering. Here, I didn't have to be the brilliant trillionaire heir to the Miller fortune. I didn't have to carry the pressure of thousands of employees on my shoulders. The mask was liberating in a way I'd never anticipated when I first joined.

" Kim used the tea table to support her for stand up, knee already kneeling numbness and lose it strength. "Wait a minute." Arthur said in a low voice, "Your face is not ornamental. Put this on." He took a mask from his hand and handed it to her. The subordinates were surprised when they saw this. Master york gave his mask to such a dirty woman! Is there anything special about this woman? This mask is very similar to the one on Arturs's face. Kim didn't think much about it. After taking it, she put it on and limped to the front stage.

A glass of wine dangled lazily from one hand, like he was bored and just waiting. Four others lounged around the room, each in their own chair, each wearing a mask. One had a goat helmet that looked a bit too lifelike. Another wore a sleek, almost feminine cat mask. One had an elephant mask, trunk and all, too wide for the chair back. And a dog, with pointed ears and glassy eyes. None of them spoke as Luca entered, but he felt their gazes on him. Kain remained silent, just tilting his head ever so slightly, that black smiley on the bag unmoving, yet somehow it felt like he was grinning. Luca swallowed hard, and even though he tried to ignore it, his body betrayed him, a small twitch he could

“You're really recording this?” “Of course,” he said. “If she summons a demon, I want the footage.” I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, choosing five cards. My fingers hovered over each one like they could burn me. She took them from my hand gently, one by one, and flipped the first. It showed a woman wearing a crown, but the crown was cracked. Fire burned in the background while the woman smiled at something we couldn’t see. She nodded slowly. “Queen of Masks. It means you’ll wear many faces before you find your true one. You’re in danger of losing yourself… or becoming someone you never planned to be.”

I watched through the window as people with masks walked into the building like they owned the city. “Yours,” I turned to King, who now had half of his face covered with a mask. I took the mask from his hand but didn't put it on immediately. “You don't want to be recognized in there, Miss Lucille,” he said. “What’s happening? You told me we were going to get information and now we're at a party?” He smiled, and got out of the car. He turned around and opened my door. I reluctantly put on the mask as he gave me his hand, helping me out of the car.