Majora's Mask A Terrible Fate Novels & Stories

“And don’t answer to anyone calling you away from the main room. If someone does, come find me immediately. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Emilia said slowly. “But—what’s going on, Mara? What’s this party really about?” Mara didn’t answer at first. Her gaze shifted, scanning the hallway. When she finally looked back, there was something tight in her jaw. “There are things you’re better off not knowing, Emilia. For now, just keep your head down.” With that, she handed Emilia a small box wrapped in black silk. “Your mask.” Inside was a sleek black mask, simple but elegant, with delicate satin ribbons and tiny silver stitching along the edge. Not as ornate as the others she'd seen guests preparing,

he warned. “But, it’s a mating run. You’re supposed to give me a head start, remember?” I reminded, confusion clear in my tone. We’d been over the rules with the elders. I got a five minute head start to remove my clothes, shift and run before they chased me down. It was part of the ritual. “That was before you showed up in that dress, looking like a gift we can’t wait to unwrap.” Reegan’s gravelly voice surrounded me. “It’s not like we wouldn’t catch you anyway. There is no place you can run that we won’t find you, little wolf.”

Lili jumped out of her feet and almost tripped on her crimson dress in shock. The intricate butterfly mask she wore slipped out of her face. Fortunately, Loth immediately stepped forward and caught the mask before it could even hit the floor. With a hand on her chest, Lili sighed in relief after seeing the butterfly mask safe. It was a unique artifact personally crafted by the old magus, and if the butterfly mask broke because of her carelessness… She would owe a debt. Just the thought of it was enough to pull a grimace out of her.

Why is she having a Royal Bath? But, when the outer clothing she'll wear was brought out, Lyra swallowed tightly because she already has an idea. The wear is a former wear for slaves in a particular occasion. The Mask Festival. The Mask Festival is a festival that's done every year in all the kingdoms where people that attends the festival wears a mask on their faces. They do it to honour the traditional god no one sees. If The Mask Festival is being done here on Bloodmoon, that can only mean that a lot of kings will be coming. She swallowed again.

In its center, nailed with rusted iron, was a mask. Not just any mask—one shaped like a wolf’s snarl, but cracked through the eye, painted in ash and gold. “Do you know what this is?” she whispered. Tarek approached and exhaled sharply. “That's an Ashen Fang war mask. From the War of Severance. They haven't existed for generations.” “Unless someone resurrected their order,” Lena muttered. Brin stepped forward, voice almost afraid. “The Ashen Fang were said to worship balance… through fire. They believed the world had to burn before it could bloom again.”

She made the room turn toward her like a play she had rehearsed for a long time. I wanted to laugh and tear her mask off. “You are lying,” I said. “Even if I was with you, I can’t be the father. In Darkmoon, a man cannot make a woman pregnant unless she is his mate. I am not her mate.” “Enough!” My mother yelled and shot up to her feet, fury in her face, the grandmother in her voice. “Are you blind, Aiden? Does it matter? If Cassandra carries your child, then she is your mate. You cannot deny what the heavens have given us! The moon goddess has blessed us with a child and you’re disclaiming the fact that she has your child? How do you even want Cassandra to feel? Have you lost your mind?” He

Suddenly, all of them—every single one—reached up and removed their masks. Beneath every mask was the same mirror-face. A room full of reflections, all of them staring at the one couple in the world whose love was still real enough to bleed. If the entire gala is composed of "Perfect Resonances," who are the original Architects? And if Dante and Ivy are the only ones with real faces, are they the last of their kind, or the first of a new, terrifying evolution? (Watch out for Chapter 59) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Please Send Gifts

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?

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

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.