Novel & Cerita Majora's Mask A Terrible Fate

Dracah suddenly showed up out of nowhere and stood beside his father but I didn’t want to dwell on how his resemblance with his father was uncanny or the fact that when Dracah becomes alpha he would have to cut his beautiful hair as short as his father’s. “ This is new,” alpha Remorah muttered before he stretched out his hands in the air and struck the mask off with his claws but it didn’t come off. Father made it that way, the only thing that could weaken the mask's power is wolfsbane. My father knew wolves wouldn’t even come near it let alone carry it to remove a magical mask. “ Sigardian magic,” someone said in the crowd as the person just lay there and watched each one of us one by one.

“He isn’t exactly my brother. We just happened to have been born from the same mother. Plus, we didn’t come here only to test the waters, Lolita. Have fun. When was the last time we had something like that?” She rolled her eyes, knowing he won’t be able to see from her mask. They were all masked in the party, most of the women with white feathered masks that made their skin delicate. The men predictably wore horror themed masks that made them look more dangerous than they actually were. What scared Lolita more was Jarrod’s mask. It was a mixture of black and white strong mask that blended perfectly into his skin, as if it was just an extension of his true self. She felt uncomfortable just lo

🖤🩸”I have always wondered what my destiny was. This vampiric witcher believes it’s to bear his pup, and to drink from me.” – Frida King🖤🩸 … I twirled on the dance floor recalling it all. How I was just heading for level two when my assistant pulled me back. On her eyes lied a trustworthy glance, as she handed me a mask. “Take use this just in case. There are many predators here, you might want to be careful,” I nodded at her words, grabbing the mask from her, and putting it on in a hurry.

He will live the way he wants". This time Mile spoke. He had enough of the woman. "Who... Ohhhh look. The mouse is back". Bella laughed mockingly. "Yes, the mouse is back. But don’t forget this mouse can kill a lion. I was a weak person back then. No money, no status to fight for my son. But now, don’t you dare put a finger on him because now you have to face me. Mile Lawson the owner of the biggest fruit and vegetables chain in the country. I am no more the Mile who would dance to your chords.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I know it sounds cliché but I'm happy and that's all that matters. Back to Lisa's party, she threw a very large party celebrating her 20th birthday which I heard she already celebrated six months ago. We the maids worked our asses off to put the event together, but we weren't even invited. What was I even thinking? There was no way we would be invited to a party for the elite. Overall, everything was going smoothly and the witch herself hasn't been bothering me so I'm living a normal life I guess....

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

She is fair in complexion, she is the same height as me, she has a pointed nose, small heart-shaped lips and she’s a bit chubby. "Hi, how are you " I responded while putting on a hair net "I’m good. The cakes are ready you can start laying the frost on them" "Okay" Once I started laying the frost on the cake, Amal came closer to me, she looked at the cake before she glance at me. "Afraah today is Monday," She said "I’m very much aware of that," I said still concentrated on what I’m doing "You’re not supposed to use chocolate as the layers frost"

In the commotion, a shadow-clad Alpha, his features obscured by a dark winter mask, slinked away, blending into the night. Despite my efforts to tail him, the bustling clearing swallowed his figure whole, and he vanished like a wisp of smoke. It was then that the night's curtain was ripped away by a spectacle above: fireworks burst forth, stitching the sky with sorcery as Morgana, draped in malevolence, soared atop a tree, her laughter splintering the air. Summoned by her dark will, legions of monstrous giants, garbed like the reaper himself, crept forth, setting the stage for a night of terror.

They used me and threw me away as soon as things went wrong. I rubbed the soap over my skin quickly to finish my bath. Time was precious and I could feel people in this mansion weren’t warm; they were hostile towards me. I removed the mask and looked in the mirror. The punch Erasmus gave me earlier made my cheek hurt badly. Should I wear my mask again? My red eyes were a problem. A redcursed? Huh? I heard about them from Savascus. They were people who lost their heads because of disease; they attacked everyone in their sight and never cared for anything. The chasseurs were dispatched each time one was spotted. However, I also heard about another entity. The non-humans in Dotoria considered h