Mandalorian Unmasked Novels & Stories

I glared at Ciara and gestured for her to stop with the sign languages, so she stayed still and listened to the conversation. “I kept calling her, but she wasn’t responding. That brat kept delaying the mission I gave her, saying she couldn’t because it involved her ex—what is that rat’s name again? James? John?” “It’s Jordan! God!” Ciara covered her mouth as soon as she realized she just busted the cover, and now she got caught. “Ciara! Answer your damn phone, you little—” The call ended abruptly when Ciara tapped the red button. I looked at her in horror. Did she just cut off our senior manager?

I hug my arms around myself and start walking, heels crunching against gravel, the wind whispering through tall grass like it knows something I don’t. Then Headlights. They curve around the bend, slow and deliberate. The car pulls over beside me. The window slides down. A man looks out. A dark mask covers the upper half of his face. Only his mouth and eyes are visible steady, unreadable. “Good evening, Lisa,” he says. I freeze. I have never told him my name. ….. /AN/ What do you think about David?

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes.

I throw myself back into the fight, channeling all my fear and frustration into each strike. Time blurs. I fight mechanically, my body moving through the motions while my mind stays partially connected to Jason through our bond. He's still there. Still alive. Still fighting in his own way. The battle rages on. We hold the inner defenses. Barely. The cost is high - too many of our warriors fall, too much of the palace is damaged or destroyed. But we hold. Then something catches my eye. Through a gap in the fighting, I see a figure I recognize from intelligence briefings. Ravenscrest's second-in-command - a massive alpha with a scarred face and cold, calculating eyes.

Not designer. Armor. The kind of dress meant for infiltration, not elegance. Black mesh, thigh-slit, with hidden wire sewn into the bodice. A tool disguised as allure. Alec entered behind her, wearing a suit too crisp for mercy. “We leave in an hour. Roman got word—the girl is in a compound owned by an affiliate of La Voûte. Moroccan police are too scared to intervene.” “I’m not.” Alec stepped forward, hands brushing the tension from her shoulders. “You don’t have to save everyone to undo what they did to you.”

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.” *~*~*~* “Over here, she ran over here!” I increase my pace and barge through the emergency doors, running down the stairs with heavy breaths. I stop on the last stair and wait to hear if they’re still chasing after me,

I muttered. I urged him to slow both of them and warned him under no circumstances was he to let anyone get close to Celene. She was precious cargo. Before I jumped into space. I arrive just in time to see Arlen surrounded by masked me with guns. “What the hell is going on?” I thundered, “And who the hell are you guys? Do you have any idea who you are messing with?” One of the masked men whom I presumed to be the leader, not that he had any defining attributes shrugged as he stepped forward, his gun at eye level. “Alpha Mondrian.’

I felt nervous, for some reason. Though I have never been a fan of Maddison's 'thin/healthy' life, she was still my Luna. We all slowly removed the contacts, our eyes changing back to their regular color. I blinked a few times, the air felt dry and strange now."Now we will unmask." I mumbled again.I reached back and untied the mask. It slipped into my hands, revealing my face. The other copied my action. Madison and Jeremy's eyes scanned our faces, recognition flooding their features.

This realization only intensified the feeling of unease and curiosity within me. These masked men bore a striking resemblance to the iconic Darth Vader from the Star Wars movies, their dark attire and mask designs sending shivers down my spine. Something about their appearance seemed unnatural as if they were hiding their true identity behind those masks. "Thank you for coming alone, Karen. It seems that your friend, Jackson is someone who we could count on." says one of them. His voice was oddly familiar to my ears. Right. He had the same voice Jackson talked to over the phone. But I thought he is an immortal werewolf. How come, I could barely sense something suspicious or any strong aura f