Marble Hornets Masky Novels & Stories

The man with a mask over his face. *

Their hotness was undeniable and they both exuded sex. Then, to my disappointment, the masks covered half of their faces. Yet the fiery-eyed and blond wore a mask, on his chest with a mark of a symbol of a dragon, holding the sun and fire in his mouth. The man with sapphire eyes and short brown hair looked more thoughtful and serious, and his strong face had a mask of lightning and thunder. Was it a new custom that I hadn't heard of while I was stuck on this planet? They came to hunt me down instead of attending a masquerade party, right?

I looked at Marlon, who shrugged and looked entirely unrepentant, and then at Rosy, who was looking at the dress the way she looked at her best storybooks, and I took it from him. Two minutes later Rosy let out a sound that could only be described as delighted devastation. "Mummy," she breathed, both hands pressed to her cheeks. "You look like a princess. Everyone has to see you. Everyone." "The mask," I said. "And the barrier." "Scent neutralized at the door," Marlon confirmed. "Full mask provided at entry. He could stand next to you and know nothing." Maple studied me. "Mummy you should wear your hair down," he said, with absolute authority.

My fingers shook a little as I opened the file. Inside was a mask. A sexy black mask made of soft lace and shiny silk. It would cover the eyes and upper face but leave the mouth and jaw free. Delicate black lace patterns swirled around the eye holes like dark flowers. Small shiny crystals sparkled at the edges under the street light. Thin black ribbons waited to tie at the back of the head. It looked mysterious and dangerous. The kind of mask strippers wore when they wanted to hide their identity but show everything else.

exactly what they came for. **** The evening sun set behind the horizon, bathing the resort in a gentle glow as Cassia and her friends got ready for the masquerade ball Quinn had insisted they attend. The excitement was evident as they picked out their masks. Cassia’s mask was elegant, black with gold accents, shaped like delicate wings that framed her face. It perfectly matched her flowing dark dress, giving her a mysterious yet stunning look. Kiara’s mask was bold and vibrant, decorated in red with feathers, while Quinn went for something simple but sparkling, lined with silver beads.

one of those buyer among crowd was Albert… Albert brought three paper mask and went back to house where Draco and Jasmine were busy with their planning for freeing Terra and Petro… “Master, here are mask that you asked for” Albert said and handed Draco there half face mask which were in shape of half moon and were decorated with pigeon feather and some sham white glass stones…. “Good… now go take some rest, we have trouble to go through in evening” Draco replied and Albert bowed his head and left Draco and Jasmine alone as he went to barn and sat on his wooden cot that was placed inside it…. in meantime Jasmine was curiously staring at bright white colored mask in Draco’s hand.

Now. Mazzo’s hand tensed slightly at her waist as Lenny approached with Mr. Marino in tow. The elder Marino wore navy mistaken for black, a silver-rimmed mask dangling uselessly from one hand. He was smiling too wide, the way men smile before a storm they think will miss them.

" The corners of his mouth turn upwards as though he is swallowing his own words because he does not want to utter them. “The ones that want you. The ones that want to take you from me.” “Ezra.” “That’s not real.” “That’s not real,” There is a faint smile that crosses his face. "You didn't think the man with the mask was real, did you? But he was," he says. He gets up, and the air moves for him, like a wave. "He is near now," I think. He must be close enough that I can smell the metal on his skin. It has a biting, almost awkward smell that conflicts with the warmth of his body.

Not only did the masks they handed us match our attire, but each one was embellished with details that seemed tailored to who we were. Azrael’s had wolves leaping along the silver material, howling at a moon just out of sight. Draco’s was similar, though his wolves were larger, interwoven with wisps of darkness, fierce as they stalked their way across his mask with hackles raised and teeth bared. Orion’s, whilst also sporting a few wolves, had bursts of magic that trailed down his temples and across his high cheekbones. Holding mine in my hands, I traced the glittering black material with a trembling fingertip. At the center of my forehead was a crescent moon overlayed with tiny gemstones. C

The thought of it made her scoff, she must have looked pathetic all these years. Without saying anything, she collected the glass from Melisa and chugged down the whole content of the glass. After that she forced herself to stand up, blood still dripping from her body. “This is the end of you, my dear friend” “I hope…” the words hung in Martina’s throat as she felt a sharp pain in her chest. “Did I tell you?” Hardin couldn’t contain his excitement as he began to talk, “those were not only abortion pills, I don’t want you coming back to haunt us”