Marble Hornets Masky Novels & Stories

Not a sign of life anywhere. They landed in the second ring, the inner zone. "We're here," Nathaniel said as Ark Two came into view. He handed Hayley two masks. "This is Ark One's insignia. Everyone attending the auction has to wear a mask representing their base." The masks he gave her were green. Hayley nodded and passed one to Griffin. They all put on the green masks. The helicopter touched down. Nathaniel stepped out first. Then Hayley followed, holding the dogs' leashes. Griffin and the rest of the group poured out behind her in one noisy wave.

“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,

“But lets her recognize me if she dares to look close enough.” Roman nodded. “I have just the thing.” He returned with a Venetian half-mask: black metal, carved like frost and shadow, with a faint shimmer only visible when the light struck just right. It was regal. Ominous. Intimate. Max took it. “I want it delivered to my suite by morning.” Later That Night Back in his office, Max stood at the window with the city burning gold beneath him. Behind him, Marco waited with the quiet patience of a man who had been with him through wars, betrayals, and boardroom carnage.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

I quickly placed soundproof headphones on the patient and quietly got up. Opening the door, I slapped her twice across the face until her cheeks were red and swollen. "Have you lost your mind, Kate? I'm doing hypnotherapy on the patient. You can't interrupt us at this time! Are you really trying to kill him?" Kate clutched at her swollen cheeks, looking tearful. The medical staff around us stared at her with disdain, whispering among themselves. "I told you she was up to no good!" "This is her being kind-hearted? I'd call her a menace!"

Then, he handed him a mask. His dilemma was solved when Ortega gave him the mask. He wore it and looked in the mirror to check his appearance. With the ninja mask on, it was only his eyes that remained visible and it would be hard for anyone to recognize him. “This is ridiculous! How could they let us in when it’s too hard to recognize us while wearing the mask?” “Don’t worry about it. Paloma has it covered already,” Ortega answered and reminded him of the password. Marcus recalled that at the bottom of the invitation card that Paloma emailed to him, there was a note that looked like a slogan. He thought it was just an added detail. “Ah, the password.” He answered, then he drove towards the

she kept pouting her small round baby lips as she watched them pull out if the drive way. She had also gotten over the fact that her dad was not a masquerade. But she had found his mask either way and held it in her tiny hands. "Let my keep that for you " a maid offered as she ate and okayed around, but she held unto it dearly saying it was her dad's. She was delicate and couldn't be stressed, she they left her to herself as they were too cared to be like the gardener from the day before. As soon as the coue pulled up at the front porch of the Browns in Edward's Lamborghini, Nfrea felt her pm start to get sweaty, so she continued rubbing it on her dress.

Chapter One Alpha Jayden was sitting on his throne putting on his red royal attire with touches of gold. His golden mask makes him look more charming on the throne. The elders were also sitting putting on their royal uniform as usual. Everywhere was silent as a grave yard, all the elders bowed down and some were shaking as usual. Who would not fear king Jayden? He was greatly feared and highly respected both in his pack and other pack. He is the alpha of Star pack. The most powerful alpha of his time and masked alpha to be precise. He was born with the golden masked 24 years ago and all effort to remove the mask before his father's death proved abortive. He has a lovely mother and a supporti

A sweet riff from the horns sent shivers down my spine. I’d never seen anything like it in my whole life, nor been anywhere even close.. The people were out of this world as well. Absolutely gorgeous, but to be fair, there were quite a few with strange costumes. I had to shimmy out of the way of a weirdo wearing a headband with horns. He’d gone so far as to paint his skin a pale shade of blue. I followed Alpha Marcus to a dark marble bar illuminated with blue lights.

But there he is, lounging on the couch like he’s been there all along, his eyes fixed on me with that look that makes my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons. I swallow hard, my hand still gripping the window handle as if it could offer any kind of protection. The warmth from the shower vanishes in an instant, replaced by the cold dread curling around my spine. He steps into the pale moonlight, and for the first time, I notice the mask—different from the ones he’s worn before. It’s the kind people wear to masquerade parties only that it has two bull horns on each side, the mask covering everything from his forehead down to his nose, leaving only his lips exposed. Those lips, twisted into