Marble Hornets Masky Novels & Stories

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

she blurted out. “Who did?” he asked. “I can’t tell; I didn’t see his face. He came to me and handed me the pictures and told me to go to the academy and expose her,” she said. “Describe him,” he said. “He is tall and a Lycan. He covered his face with a black mask, and his hair was packed in a small bun. His voice is a bit deep, with a broad chest and shoulders,” she said. “Taller than him?” I asked. She looked at me, and she didn’t want to answer, but Bryan nudged her.

Emberlyn: The box sat on the seat between us. Jaxon opened it without any ceremonious movement. I looked down at what was inside and forgot whatever I'd been about to say because I was staring at the most gorgeous piece of attire for hiding one's identity. The mask was black velvet, shaped close, with lace framing the eye cutouts in a pattern that was so intricate it took a few moments to recognize that it was floral. It was geometric at the edges and from there slowly dissolving into a design more organic toward the centre.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

Rubby said, placing the box on the table right in front of Luna. Luna stopped wiping with her towel, staring at the box with a mixed gleam in her eyes. She opened the lid of the box slowly, revealing a Venetian carved mask in ivory white with beautiful silver brocade decorations along its edges. Luna's fingers stroked the smooth surface of the mask with a gaze that suddenly turned melancholic.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

"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?"

The Alpha’s mask. The other was a white doe. Delicate, porcelain, and painted with small vines of gold. He held the white mask out to her. “Put it on,” he commanded gently. Eltonia hesitated. She took the mask. It felt cool and smooth. “A doe? For a mouse?” “A doe is fast,” Oreon said as a small smile touched his lips. “And she is precious.” He picked up the black mask and tied it over his eyes. Instantly, he looked different. Darker… and more dangerous. The man vanished, and the Wolf remained.

Each attendee is directed to select a mask from the counters, setting the stage for an evening of mystery and style. Emma, in harmony with her dress, opts for a captivating red mask adorned with a long black feather cascading down its left side. The mask, veiling almost her entire face, adds an intriguing aura, yet her distinctive emerald eyes remain an unmistakable identifier for those attempting to distinguish her amidst the masked crowd.

--- AT THE PRIVATE ISLAND As the yacht stopped, the engine fell silent, leaving only the gentle splash of waves. The pier glowed under golden lights, and a cool breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, brushing against my hair. Demetri turned to me, reaching into his coat pocket. Without a word, he pulled out an intricate masquerade mask, a deep burgundy red with gold embellishments that shimmered under the dim lights. Carefully, he lifted it, securing it over my face. His fingers lingered briefly along my jaw before pulling away.