Majora's Mask A Terrible Fate Novels & Stories

“Not for your grief. Not for your hate. **Elena wouldn’t want this!**” The words struck harder than any silver attack ever could. Marcus froze. For the first time since this nightmare began, real doubt flashed across his face. His eyes widened in raw, devastating pain. The mask of madness cracked, revealing the broken man beneath — decades of grief, unbearable loss, and endless rage that had consumed him. His grip on the ritual wavered.

I whisper. Caden nods, pleased. I’m relieved. Tim may be annoying, but I don’t want him to die over something so stupid. As Caden walks past me, he trails his fingers along mine. Then he leans down and kisses my temple. “Just a little while longer, and I’ll never have to watch you walk away again.” I close my eyes as he walks out. I gather myself, then follow. Mum watches me closely, reading my aura. I take another sip of tequila and throw on my mask. No one from school will ever see me as anything but the future Luna. Definitely not some sappy teen crying over a boy.

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

"Remember what they took from us, daughter. Remember why we are here." "I remember everything. Every single detail." "Good. The Rogue King expects results. Do not disappoint me." The crystal went dark, leaving me alone in the silence. I moved to the window and stared out at the pack lands that were once my home. Somewhere out there, Marcus's real killer was sleeping peacefully, thinking their secrets were safe. They were wrong. By the time I was finished, this entire pack would be ash and memory. Starting with their precious Alpha.

Alvin on the other one was still masked to the disappointment of Nora—she had secretly hoped the mask would be off his face by now. His hands were behind his back, and he briefly turned to look at Nora as they approached the canopy. Nora was trying really hard not to start shouting. She was only bearing this because she still had some patience left in her. There were more than a million people in the world who would have started a meanliness fight and even reported to the police that a bunch of weird guys always wearing black and with an “M” tattoo on their bodies have abducted them for the second time now—but Nora didn't want to take action yet.

After yesterday's mess, both of them came to their favorite mall to refresh themselves. Stopping for a while, Ming put her hand inside the bag and took out a black packet. "Surprise!!" She showed it to Rong as her smile curved into a tiny grin. "Where did you get this one? I thought it's a limited edition of a new face mask."

It is like a game of pretending to be someone or whomever you want to be in one night. According to tradition, the mask is said to drive away evil spirits or bad luck and brings good fortune to the one who hosts the party. Other theories said that with their identity hidden, there is a greater chance to find their soulmates or destined partners after the party is over. And for some, believed that "The lost shall be found" and, "The truth will be revealed."

Max said, moving him aside with one massive hand, "you've almost done that job for me." I followed my dragon friend past the sorrowful Zeon, wondering now how much of the old maji's attitude was act and how much real. Didn't matter, not now. Why doesn't he want us here? Surely, he had to see the signs of what was coming. The maji of light have always believed Fate must be uncovered, Max sent. While the maji of the dark believe Fate must be shown the way. I know it's late in the game, I sent, but maybe I could switch sides?

Those were questions that were hard to answer. Their faces were covered with beech-wood masks that gathered above the forehead that was decorated with two long straps of colorful cloth. The rest of the mask was decorated with fur, feathers or colored pieced of oak that made a form of harmony. A harmony that was terrifying, to say the least, but none the less it was a form of harmony. Some might say it was a horde of demons that rode their terrible cavalcade, they weren’t wrong. This group was more demon than man. They rode.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."