Romans & histoires Mask Of The Blue Falcon

Earlier, Falco thought she would come forward since she was party leader, but soon he realized another figure stepped up in her place with an armor that flared a dazzling silver glow, stretching his pupils even more. "Don't just knock him out, I give you the permission to kill!"

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

One of the fire cart-wheelers spins his flaming wheel over beside us and my eyes glue at the dancing flames with bewilderment. Honestly, I was feeling kind of suffocated with my mask one, which was one of the black numbers with black and mid-night blue feathery plumes standing out on one side of the curved edge. The black mask framed my forest green eyes perfectly which is exactly why I chose it in the first place. I could feel men’s eyes on me as I walked beside Blaze, and he noticed it too because the next thing I know, he untangles his hand from mine to snake his left arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side, as if laying his claim over me.

Perhaps he had asked Mia for my size, and she had been able to give my size to him accurately. The corset was exquisitely embroidered with silver, feeling both luxurious and surprisingly comfortable. The layers of tulle cascading from the waist were simply magnificent—a sea of shimmering fabric that swirled around my feet. The off-the-shoulder style, with the delicate ruffled details, was so flattering. And the long velvet gloves, the perfect shade of dark blue to complement the dress, added a touch of mystery. But the real showstopper? The mask. It was a deep blue colour, it mirrored the dress. Also it was adorned with shimmering jewels and a dramatic plume of feathers, making me feel like

“Alpha Kael is going to have a heart attack.” I roll my eyes, if the Alpha had a heart attack after seeing me, the Elders would definitely have my head. “I don’t care what he thinks,” I say honestly, i preferred life better when he didn't even notice me. She only arches a brow and hands me the mask. It's delicate,white with silver embellishments, feathers arching off one side, and tiny gems scattered like stars across it. The moment I place it over my face, I feel like someone else. Someone braver.

He took a step forward, and the Red Eagle mask he wore slid off smoothly to reveal a different expression. “I’m not one of his men.” Indeed, the stranger wasn’t Asian. His eyes were light brown like honey, his skin golden, and his features revealed his Indian ancestry. My eyes widened. “And who are you?” “The name doesn’t matter, but who I serve does. I’m here under Thomas’s orders.” Just as I had suspected. His voice was calm, gentle. He was absolutely sure of what he was doing and showed no sign of fear. “I’m one of the Blue Falcons, which you naturally already know. Thomas wanted to ensure you were taken to safety.”

Vlad said, his voice raw and full of profound solemnity, reaching into the inner pocket of his dark suit jacket. His slow, deliberate movements added to the intense suspense. He produced a tiny, finely carved wooden bird. Not the stylized owl or the bird from "La Paloma," but a third, even more unusual carving: a falcon with folded wings, keen eyes, and a posture of silent watchfulness. With his dark eyes full of an unadulterated, unspoken emotion, he held it out to Violet while keeping his eyes on hers.

If I’ve just poked something dangerous. Then her lips curve into a smile. “Very well,” she says lightly. She scans the trays, fingers hovering before she selects a dark red mask that perfectly matches her maroon gown. Bronze reaches for a brown mask beside it, slipping it into his hand without hesitation. I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. If there was something wrong with them, she wouldn’t have gone first. At least, I hope not. I step forward and choose a silver mask adorned with a soft blue feather, the colors echoing my gown. Alex follows, picking up a sleek black mask.

Blake said, gripping his face in frustration. “Oh, getting high and mighty being the chosen mate? Where is the ancestor title?” Feng Ling teased Blake. “I’m sorry it was sudden. Please let me talk to her and explain how important this is for you and Feng Huo.” Blake said with a deep sigh. “Blake, there is a Phoenix, and it’s blue. I thought all Phoenix was made of fire.” After she calmed down, Koran said, looking at the blue Phoenix in the distance.

Knight James says. "Okay. What about you?" Princess asks Knight Henry. "This." he shows a tiny blue feather. "I found this feather on Viscountess's dress. I have a hunch this might belong to the murderer because the Viscountess was wearing a dark pink dress with no trace of the colour blue. It confirms that the murderer was one of the guests of the masquerade ball who wore a blue mask," he says. Princess draws out a shaky breath upon hearing the words of both of them. Then she looks at me.