Marble Hornets Masky Novels & Stories

However, when he thought of the fact that Ryder had made this, especially for him, his heart softened and the dissatisfaction vanished immediately. While Ryder put on the coat and boots, Midnight fixed the mask on his face. Since it wasn't the first mask Ryder had made, it was the best one so far she had managed to create. Even though having a few flaws was inevitable, it still was pretty decent. The mask was a half one that covered only the upper half of Midnight's eyes. It resembled a ball's mask. It was black with delicate ornaments made of clay and painted with golden paint. The mask covered most of Midnight's face, including half of his cheeks, but his jaw and lips were out in plain sig

Marcus rolls his eyes. "Good, I brought enough white I may need to go over the white again, but it looks good. When you finally look you should hopefully find a meaning for it Marcus, I already can." Marcus nods, he will look when it is finished, sitting another hour Demitri sits up. "Done, take a look." Marcus nods glancing down, his eyes widening slightly. "You have one sick mind Demitri." He nods laughing. "Take it as it is bad then?" Marcus shakes his head laughing. His eyes look at the moth-like butterfly, with a skull face, and devil horns, his head shaking seeing rope around its neck.

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

Darryl furrowed his brows, picked up the box, and opened it. There was a mask as thin as paper and a black pendant in the box. The pendant was utterly black. It looked like it was made of jade, and it had the Wild Fury's face carved into it. It also had a strange force of energy in it. What were the uses of those two items? Darryl furrowed his brows in confusion. When the beast saw his expression, the Wild Fury chuckled and said, "Master, I won that mask from a fight with a Heavenly Immortal 10,000 years ago."

Similarly, he wore a mask that was similar to the other Night Empire warriors with the only difference being the silver and purple detailing that signified his position. The face mask was a three-dimensional Dragon face made of light weight, highly impact resistant metal, black in colour with its features detailed in purple and silver, where the only exposed part was the eyes; the area of the mouth had a mechanical contraption that moved with the jaw movement and also allowed intake of food and drinks without having to be taken off. The other peculiarity of the mask was that it was fastened at the neck and could only be taken off by the fingerprint of the owner or his superior from the Night

“The women here are a bit more open-minded with how they dress so believe me when I say that this is as modest as you can get. Besides, I haven’t even told you the best part.” “Which is?” “This time, it’s a masquerade.” He held up a mask that matched the gloves’ aesthetic. “It’s much more fun and interesting than a ball.” “Fair point.” She put on the mask. “Your crown is missing.” “I’m trying for us to match. Besides, my horns can get in the way sometimes. Shall we get going?” He asked after putting on his mask, which was just a plain black one. “Wait. Your mask is a little crooked.” She helped him fix it. “Now we can go.”

Alex presses her lips together and nods. Masks are laid out beside the uniforms. Simple for most—full-face, angular, anonymous. Red on red. No expressions. No individuality. Hers waits at the center. Horned. Smooth lines. Not grotesque. Not theatrical. Just enough to suggest something ancient and unyielding. Eve runs a hand over it thoughtfully. “You sure about this?” Alex lifts it, feels the weight. “If they’re going to hunt a myth,” she says, “we might as well give them one that doesn’t break.”

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face